Although I rarely read magazines of any kind, I was gifted a subscription to one. Because it had made it to the top of the stack of reading material on the kitchen table, I flipped through it as I slurped my spaghetti squash, spinach, mushroom, zucchini, and tomato sauce -- made from prime specimens out of my garden -- concoction. Now, I do realize that I'm not your average American with my vegetarian, label reading, mostly unprocessed diet, daily yoga or exercise, and meditation habits. Some people may even label me extreme. I know my kids are more than tired of hearing my sermons, as they call them. But, surely I can't be the only one disgusted by the focus of the media, all the Black...
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