The power of anger is something no one should underestimate. It grabs hold of you and won’t let go. And it affects you long after the feeling has abated. Whether you’re male or female, Black or White, Straight, Bisexual or Gay. Trust me. This is something I learned the hard way. My name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in...
My wife and I had just completed a life-long dream of taking a 28 day cruise of the South Seas on a luxury cruise ship. It was a fantastic trip! We got back just in time for Christmas and we were feeling a bit guilty about our own good fortune, realizing there were many less fortunate families that would have little or nothing this Christmas season. I rec...
Having been away from the office for two days there was quite a lot of correspondence to deal with. As with everything in this life nowadays, much of the mail was junk. A company offering insurance was typical. They claimed that they could beat all the opposition, although just three months ago when I was looking for a good deal on Landlord Insurance they co...
... but in the light it's 'pokes, saloons, whores and a wife The western was always a staple of TV and movie fare when I was a kid with John Wayne riding tall and Matt Dillon tossing bad guys in the pokey and Miss Kitty pouring shots at a long bar saloon. 44 Colt long barrel revolvers were the fashion accessories of the day and if Matt was putting the talle...
What's there to do when you've got the winter blues? I know, how about staying home and knitting? The name is Tiffany Evelyn Singleton, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. My friends call me T.E. I'm twenty seven years old, born under the sign of the Aquarius, and I attend Carleton University. I went back to school after...
The wild look in her eyes absolutely thrilled me as I leaned in to kiss her. Everyone around us stopped and stared. Yes, that's me. A tall, dark-skinned and strongly built young Black man kissing a hijab-wearing, hazel-eyed Arab woman in a long-sleeved aquamarine T-shirt featuring Jay-Z and tight blue jeans. I looked into Atifah's eyes and smiled. She smiled...
Chad Wilson looked out over the brown grass, gently blowing in the crisp autumn breeze towards the tall pine trees that covered most of the twenty acres of his East Texas home. It might not be much, but this property was the culmination of his lifelong dream. A place all his own. A tiny piece of history. His history. He stared at the newsfeed on his phone a...
Thanks to Ravenna933 for her copyediting and plot development suggestions. ***** I woke to the call of prayer blasting through the hotel window. I groaned and rolled over, checking the clock on the nightstand. It was just after 6 AM, and I remembered this least favourite aspect of sharing a bed with Rania, the necessity of all Muslims to rise with the su...
It's my body and I can do whatever I want with it, isn't that one of the most sacred mantras of the feminist movement? As a Muslim woman from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the heartland of Islam, and a fledgling feminist, I have often butted heads with my well-meaning but ill-informed and at times, culturally clueless western friends. To me, there is more t...
The dark room with the well-lit stage smelled of smoke and echoed with the French accents of Montrealers. The pair made their way through the fuming cigarettes and indistinguishable chatter to a table in a quiet corner. In well-tailored suits amidst the jean and t-shirt-clad men, the two looked slightly out of place. Scott Greg and Jack O'Donnell had been o...