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Just a Soul-Sista with a pen-writing nostalgia, truth, and stories from the heart.
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When the Street Lights Come On (opens the original)
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By: Libby Edwards-WarnerAuthor’s NoteGrowing up, I heard sayings from my grandmother that I didn’t always understand.Some made me laugh.Some confused me.Some scared me.And some I simply accepted because when Granny said something, you listened.It wasn’t until I became an adult and began researching my family’s history and the history of Black people in the rural Deep South that I started understanding the wisdom behind her words.These weren’t simply old Southern sayings.They were warnings.My
Echoes from the Past: The Roots of Rhythm (opens the original)
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Storytime: A former slave who once attended my church in San Francisco, CAMy mom had the opportunity to talk to him about his experiences with slavery. He was one of the very last surviving slaves at that time, known as Brother Skipworth from Georgia.Brother Skipworth shared that rhyming began on the plantation. Whenever the overseer approached, the enslaved individuals would start to rhyme, speaking quickly in their own words—essentially rapping—to warn others that the overseer was coming. Whil
Who We Really Are (opens the original)
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By: Libby Edwards-Warner Author’s NoteThis essay is personal.I am writing about identity through my own experiences, research, questions, and spiritual conclusions. Some people will agree with me, and some will not. That’s okay.I am not writing to force anyone into my beliefs. I am writing because I believe Black people have the right to investigate who we are beyond the identity handed to us through slavery, segregation, colonization, religion, government, and somebody else’s history book.I wan
The Spirits That Stayed Behind (opens the original)
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By: Libby Edwards-Warner Author’s NoteEvery city has places with a history.Some places carry beautiful memories.Some carry painful ones.And then there are places that seem to carry something you can’t quite explain.Growing up in San Francisco, I knew about the Peoples Temple and Reverend Jim Jones. I knew the stories people told about that church on Geary Street. I knew what my mother said about it and I knew what other parents in the neighborhood said.Stay away from that church.As a teenager, o
I May Not Have Been The It Girl, 40 plus years ago but growing into my own self doesn’t lie. (opens the original)
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I can start with this one back in 1997 at age 22, and my nails were done back then. My own style and comfortable fashion. Yes, I always loved my Nikes. <img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="1426" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_
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