Author: Stephanie Renee
The DNC has come and gone, but what–if anything–did it leave behind to benefit Philadelphia’s Black community? If we were paying attention, we saw confirmation that the tools of our victory are within reach. Contained in the might of our Black fist.
Radio host and cultural maven, desperate to find ways to bridge the gap between elders and millennials, before any more of our creative legacy is lost to our very short collective memory.
Examining the vision for the future of New Freedom Theatre’s Training Program and mainstage productions.
The pace of our legendary exemplars leaving the earthly plane should be cause for close examination. I’m not saying it’s all coming to an end, but I do think some reckoning is at hand.
This Mother’s Day has stirred up a much different batch of emotions than years past. I miss my mother every day, but now I’m fascinated by how little I may know about the rest of the family.
In a world where people strive to do just enough to get by, it is necessary to acknowledge when you are blessed by genius in your midst. And to acknowledge how it affects you.
Before any of us raise a bullhorn to defend a celebrity accused of sexual assault, perhaps we should take a long minute to emotionally walk in the victim’s shoes.
Some people prefer not to make a big tadoo over birthdays, anniversaries and such. But life has taught me not to take a single one for granted. Bring on the party!