Melting Pot

Bottomline Productions: Smile

– Bernie Basley Bernie loves to take pictures.  He earned his Bachelor’s degree in TV Production from Columbia College Chicago, but now lives in LA.  Bernie has worked extensively in TV production including ABC Television Network where he served as the Associate Director and Stage Manager from 1979-2001. Prior…

Remembering Joy

My feet are still sore and my heart joyously full from dancing last night with my six month old grandson Rhodes, in a huge, beautiful barn with hundreds of others, as his daddy Cory Chisel, sang his heart out on stage with Vince Gill, Emmylou Harris, Rodney Crowell…

Amber: Frank Malaba

His Voice:   Every day a fellow African is made to feel less of a human being by another who feels because they are different, they’re bullied, intimidated, injured, tortured, or murdered because they don’t fit majority principle. That has to stop. We are all here for a…

Commonality

I broke off with a Doctor whom I dated for 3.67 months when I was in London. The on again, off again kept on for several years. Nearly a decade later I decided to fly this person down to see how much of that “love” was alive. I…

Goin’ In: The Integration of Shaker Heights

As the world makes its way to understanding diversity, it is slowly shifting, changing.  Through social media we have the opportunity to document recent history and to timeline our growth.  This documentation enables us to chart our course for acting like we ought to — with understanding, respect, and peace. A…

“Change Gonna Come”

This year I turn 65. It’s official. I’m old. Some days I feel it, others, nope. Regardless it’s true. 65 is old. Some days I don’t care.  Other days, I’m resentful. Yet when I hold my first born grandson Rhodes Wilder, I’m glad! Grandmothers should be old, and…

A Loving Evolution

  Once, when I was about nine, I asked Mom if she and Daddy loved each other. I’ll never forget her response. She retorted matter-of-factly, “If we didn’t love each other, how would you all be here? We didn’t just pluck you guys off the side of the…

Blood On My Hands

I was a sophomore in college traveling home from the Easter Spring break when I lost the last vestige of my inherent racism. Traveling with my wife and friends, it was late at night when we happened upon a single car accident on a desolate country road in…

Trials And Tribulations

If life were a friend, I’d question her loyalty. She has this way about her; this annoying and inconvenient need to teach lessons you didn’t even ask to learn. Then she disguises them as this thing they call “trials and tribulations.” So you trick yourself into thinking there’s…

Goin’ In: “We Who Believe in Freedom Cannot Rest”

What more can be said about the travesties of injustice that set American souls on fire in 2014?  We were familiar with deaths by the hands of gangs and criminals. We saw this almost daily. What grasped our hearts was the racial profiling we witnessed, the police brutality, the ultimate…