As always, we invite our members to contribute their thoughts and ideas on the next releases. Using One Word, please comment on what the next mini course be about. I.e. — Parenting, Money Management, Gardening, Self Sufficiency, Conflict Resolution, etc. We will take the top two and release one course this month and next month.

Stop if you heard this one Tee Tee came home from work and stopped by Taco Bell Let's just say the meal wasn't adding up in her stomach... Her Man .....Ray-Ray was at the Playstation playing the game She ran past him went in the bathroom and called out "" Ray-Ray bring me some Tall Latisha " He said " i dont know a Tall Latisha " " stopped cheating with them basketball babes long time ago "..... Tee Tee said " Naw....aint none here with me" ..... he jumped up and kicked the door open...threw some "Tall Latisha " in and sat down! They been married for "Sebben" years... Or whatever she said.... ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia

Theme: Fear & Faith Fear and faith often exist in the same space. One questions, the other believes. One hesitates, the other moves anyway. Growth doesn’t always come from having no fear, but from choosing to move forward despite it. Today we explore the tension between doubt and belief, and what it means to trust beyond what we can see. ⸻ Prompt 1 – Do Faith & Fear Walk Together Write a poem exploring the tension between believing and doubting at the same time. What does it look like to hold both in the same space? ⸻ Prompt 2 – When Fear Tried to Lead Write a poem about a moment fear almost made your decision for you. What did it sound like, feel like, or try to convince you of? ⸻ Prompt 3 – Faith Made Me Try Anyway Write a poem about a time you moved forward despite uncertainty. What pushed you to take the step even when you weren’t sure?

Today centers contact around… being proactive (What does being proactive mean for you?) A small trace. A mark left without explanation. What you offer can be brief. A line. An image. An acknowledgment. Leave it where attention happened to land. Here's my offering: Creating your own opportunities and shaping your own destiny 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

after Craven Smith Latisha. Not the short one. The tall one. The one who has the same surname as Steve. I’d watch her go by my homeroom class—walking the halls of Springfield Gardens High School—none of my homies gave her a second (or first) look. Latisha, the tall one, a late bloomer with a cute ass overbite. I’d get weak at the knees when she smiled. I would’ve loved for her to choose me for a semester full of uneven hickeys. But a wet-behind-the-ears freshman had no chance at a twelfth grade goddess, dressed in no-name clothes, sporting a short bob with bangs and a nameplate necklace. Latisha, the tall one, slimmer than a lowercase l. Old Timers would talk about skinny women and say, “If she’s slim, she’ll make ya head spin.” I lost track of my high school crush when Stride Rite went out of business. I’d walk by, watching her sell baby shoes, on my way to shoplift hip-hop cassette tapes out of Sam Goody Music Store. Latisha, the tall one, bailed me out of Mall Security jail with just her employee ID and a beautiful but guarded smile that you’d rarely see. (Because she shied away from her own reflection.) We sat in her Mitsubishi Mirage listening to Babyface and Tevin Campbell. It wasn’t my preferred listening choice—but my newly released TOO $HORT cassette got confiscated. The security guard threw it into a box marked “shrinkage” and made me sign a document marked DNR. I almost died, seeing Do Not Return stamped at the top of the page; it had me on the verge of needing resuscitation. That ban barred me from my boo! That day lives on in my mind, although Green Acres Mall passed away. She still haunts my fantasies and catalyzes memories… Mr. Woolery, a great chemistry teacher, assigns permanent lab partners to the two Latishas in our class. He points at a metal stool, next to the Magnetic Polarity chart, and tells me: “You’ll be with Latisha. The tall one.”