#darkfountain

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#jazzfountain #darkfountain #lennykravitz #flyaway #2017 спасибо за видео @mishelwearmishel Спасибо ребятам музыкантам #даша #денис @samdurdom и огромное спасибо всем за поддержку и чудесную атмосферу ))!!!!! #калининград #блюз #фанк #washburn #fender #beard

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#jazzfountain #darkfountain #lennykravitz #lookingbackonlove #2017 спасибо за видео @mishelwearmishel Спасибо ребятам музыкантам #даша #денис @samdurdom и огромное спасибо всем за поддержку и чудесную атмосферу ))!!!!! #калининград #блюз #фанк #washburn #fender #beard

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#motheroftheyear

Toya Graham, a Black mother in Baltimore, was seen slapping her teenage son after catching him at the protests against the death of Freddie Gray, who died of severe spinal injury exactly one week after being arrested by police in the city. 

People have lauded her reaction, with the Baltimore police commissioner Anthony Batts commenting: 

“I wish I had more parents who took charge of their kids tonight”

Graham responded that she didn’t want her son to be a Freddie Gray. 

Toya, your pain as a parent was enjoyed by news anchors and people on Yahoo comments. 

When you first held your child in your arms, you saw a future teacher, or lawyer, or doctor. 

You didn’t see a hashtag. 

The pain of delivering a hashtag must be unbearable. 

You feel scraping in your uterus, wondering if this is what your ancestors felt when they saw their children thrown in the bayous of the deep south as gator bait by white hands. 

You wonder if this is what your cousins felt when they were forcibly sterilized in prison a few years ago. 

You saw your child grow up until he is now 16. 

A Black boy. 

Beautiful and dangerous. 

You hear that a Black man was shot. You worry that it’s your child. He comes home, and you want to keep him there. 

To keep him safe. 

Then you remember Aiyana Stanley Jones in Detroit, a little Black girl still wearing barrettes killed in her home by police in the middle of the night. 

You imagine her in Barbie pajamas. 

Hearing the praise from Commissioner Batts, you wonder if he realizes you were protecting your son from him. 

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March 1, 2014

An Ode to Cajun Chicken Pasta

Cajun chicken pasta

Cajun pasta with chicken

Chicken cajun pasta

Cajun style pasta with chicken

You perk up my Sunday morning brunch

You burn out Saturday night regrets with your spicy flavor

You're perfect for Sundays

Much better that the tequila lime chicken and lime jello combo that makes my hangover have a hangover

When you come in the middle of the week, you're a surprise delight

Oh cajun chicken pasta, you're the best chicken phenomena at Brown

CFF has nothing on you

So I salute you, cajun chick pasta, for your coveted seat at last meal in the Ratty

You spiraling spicy spectacle