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by Topher Payne
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February 01, 2013 00:00 |
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Tricia Branigan’s husband builds those luxury townhome communities that pop up in unexpected locations where land is cheap, instantly gentrifying a single block of Buford Highway, and then promptly walling it off so its residents never have to interact with the neighbors.
The resulting effect is startling — you’ll drive past a neglected Texaco Station, then a hair weave place, and then there’s this big terrarium for white people, and then like a prepaid cell phone store and a Checkers.
I met the Branigans through work, when I had a job which required me to call wealthy people and ask them for money. For whatever reason, Tricia Branigan had no interest in writing a check to the organization. But she would gleefully spend thousands of dollars hosting a fundraising party in her home, a gesture as thoughtful as it was consistently ineffective.
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by Melissa Carter
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February 01, 2013 00:00 |
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“Melissa, you are not a parent, so you wouldn’t understand.”
That is usually the reaction I get when I speak on any issue regarding children. But I am going to talk about it anyway. The level of weakness in some parents has become so blatant that it can’t be ignored. They are raising kids who will turn into the ills of society.
Let’s start with grades. School is a place to learn, and no one can learn without making mistakes. Like most students, I saw red corrective marks on papers throughout my years in the Maury County, Tenn., School System. It didn’t really matter what color that ink was. What was important was that I was being taught what I had done wrong so that I wouldn’t do it again.
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by Melissa Carter
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January 18, 2013 00:00 |
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I was recently asked to speak at the Classic Center in Athens, for the Georgia AfterSchool & Youth Development Conference. Excited for the opportunity, I booked a hotel nearby so I could make the drive after work the night before and avoid traffic the morning of my talk.
I just wish someone would have warned me to pack some earplugs, since I didn’t come anywhere near getting a good night’s sleep.
I arrived at my hotel around 9:30 p.m. It was a renovated square-shaped collection of rooms and restaurants, with all the hotel doors facing outside. One restaurant was still open, and a live band was rousing the guests as I settled into my room.
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by Topher Payne
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January 18, 2013 00:00 |
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People tend to write about weddings in springtime, when the world is lush and green, bridal parties cover the steps of every house of worship like a taffeta amoeba. But by then it’s too late.
Those beautiful June weddings were planned in the gray, dreary days of winter — a perfects setting for tense negotiations over budgets and whether so-and-so is going to be your best man because there will be a bar at the reception and you know how he gets.
My husband and I were married a little over three years ago on a beach in Massachusetts. We called it “eloping to a disclosed location” because “destination wedding” implied we would be covering the cost for anyone but ourselves, which we had no interest in doing.
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by Staff
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January 18, 2013 00:00 |
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“There is no way I could ever stand here without acknowledging one of the deepest loves of my life, my heroic co-parent, my ex-partner in love but righteous soul sister in life. My confessor, ski buddy, consigliere, most-beloved BFF of 20 years, Cydney Bernard.”
— Jodie Foster during her Jan. 13 acceptance speech for the Cecil B. Demille Award during the 70th annual Golden Globe Awards (ABC News, Jan. 14)
“When one of the most critically-praised actresses speaks about her identity and relationships on one of the largest stages in the world, it shows just how much the tide has turned. Given Jodie Foster’s lifetime of achievements, this is a significant moment for LGBT visibility.”
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