Every morning, soon after waking, I go outside. I just like being outside. I don't really do anything out there, except look around and check out the scenery. This morning, I took a long, hard look at our lawn. It's pretty dismal.

Between South Florida's water restrictions and the irregular visits of the guy who is supposed to cut our grass, the lawn is yucky. I got to thinking--why is lawn's appearance so important to me? It's not as if everyone's lawn doesn't look the same(except for those elitists that ignore the water restrictions), right? It's not as if I have nothing else to worry about? Why do I have this unnatural concern for the grass?

Are there things in your life that you deem important for no valid reason? What does it mean? Why do you focus on that one, small, insignificant thing?

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Yesterday, a close FOJ(Friend of Jewel) called me. She actually called to congratulate me on the examiner.com gig. But during the conversation, she also told me about how the wildfires burning in the Los Angeles area were threatening her childhood home.

She was very concerned, but hopeful that the home would be spared. There was a family member there watching over it. About an hour after the call, the area was evacuated. When I last spoke to her, she didn't know the status. She was still hopeful, as was I.

Fire is so devastating. It turns everything in it's path to ash. She has a lifetime of memories in that home. I would hate for it to end terribly. Please pray for her.

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Last week, I eluded to big news coming up. Well, it's official--I've gotten my first paid writing gig. I'm so excited to share this with you. It was only last New Year's Eve that I performed and self examination, as well as a lot of reflection, and decided that what I really wanted to do with my life was write. The very next day, I started this blog. Now, mere months later, I have become the Miami Fashion and Style Examiner for Examiner.com.

Examiner.com is website that focuses on local news, written by local writers. While it's certainly not the Washington Post, I'm glad they bought me on board.

I will cover South Florida from a girly perspective and everytime I think about it, I just giggle! Please do me a great favor and check out my page. There's only 1 article published, as I had to wait for it to be reviewed and accepted, before the page became live. There will be many new articles coming up. While I won't publish daily, I'm required to keep the content fresh, new, and timely.

This is different from my blog in a huge way. While my blog is comprised of my personal opinions, Examiner.com is focused on fact-based articles--more like news. I've added a button on the sidebar to make it easier for you to find me in the future. Let me know what you think!

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In these recent days of heated political debates about Supreme Court Justice nominations, universal healthcare, and the life/death of Senator Ted Kennedy, my thoughts have lingered on a dear cousin, Vi, who passed away back in March.

We spent many a day, watching C-SPAN and sharing thoughts on current affairs. When I heard that Teddy had passed, my first thought was to call Vi. Then I remembered. She is gone. Luckily for me, shortly before her death, we had a serious conversation. At the time, I had no idea that she would pass away in a few short weeks, but felt compelled to share my feelings for her.

It was emotional and tearful to us both. She was like a mother to me. I thanked her for everything she had done for me. I told her how much I appreciated having her in my life and the lives of my children. I've always known her and can't think of a single incident where she said anything that could be construed as mean. Not to say that she didn't tell me about myself when I needed to be told, but it was always out of love.

Yesterday, I spoke to her son, who is like a brother to me. For most of our lives, we lived within blocks of each other--sometimes living in the same apartment building, sometimes even living in the same apartment. We try to speak every couple of weeks. We talked yesterday for a couple hours. It was nice. We talked about her, among other things. Since she's been gone, he always seems to be a bit sad, even when he's happy. I probably seem the same.

Is it true that time really heals such hurts? If so, how much time? When does it stop feeling so raw? And are there folks in your life who you are truly thankful for? Have you told them?

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Why is mainstream media STILL talking about Michelle Obama's shorts? Good grief! Is she truly not allowed to wear shorts? Was it truly such a fashion faux pas? I've seen reports that she is "pushing the envelope." Seriously?

Well, critics, I live in South Florida. I've SEEN real violations. This wasn't one. I've seen folks on the local "clothing optional" beach that should have opted to stay clothed. I was not offended by Mrs Obama's attire. She wasn't at a state dinner. She was enjoying life.

They say that she is the first First Lady to don shorts in public. This is 2009. Get over it folks--their family is full of firsts. If you have a valid issue, I'll listen. But for this, y'all making up stuff!

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So, I haven't written about the dreaded A word in a while. I guess it's time for an update. Iron deficiency ANEMIA is alive and well in my life. Hasn't gone away--in fact, it seems to be flexing it's muscles.

My wonderful hematologist, who I actually love and hate at the same time, has decided that my rigorous regiment of iron pills is not working. My hemoglobin is still extremely low. He put me on a new regiment. Twice weekly visits to his office to receive IV iron.

I started last week. It's really not that bad, just time consuming. And quite humbling as well. It's a bit hard to whine about going twice weekly for iron when everyone else there is coming for chemo. Yes, I'm truly blessed, as it could be a lot worse. And also, his staff is amazing. They are the most competent and loving group of medical professionals that I've ever encountered.

So anyhow, yesterday I arrived for my iron. I'd already had 2 bags last week, with no complications. I expected to continue the streak yesterday. NOT! Halfway through the bag, I suddenly became very lightheaded and my skin felt tingly all over. I called for the nurse, and discovered that the volume control on my voice had been lowered considerably. The nurses sprang into action. They immediately disconnected the IV and pushed my chair back so that I was reclining. They checked my vitals. The doctor came in and listened to my heart. They started a new IV with Benadryl and I fell off to sleep. I woke up an hour later and they were still monitoring my blood pressure. At this point is was 179/103. Good grief! Soon, though, it became normal and I hung around for yet another hour, just as a precaution. I drove home, ate a bit, and slept through until this morning.

It was quite scary, though I was very calm during the entire episode. They'll probably change me to another brand of IV iron for my next infusion. Aint life grand!

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So, what is this about the United States interrogating suspected terrorists using illegal tactics? Are they kidding? You mean there are standards for getting information from terrorists? Are they kidding?

So, let me get this right. Terrorists killed almost 3000 innocent Americans during the September 11 attacks. We catch them. And we have to ask nicely in order to get information out of them? Like Mother May I?? Are they kidding?

These are criminals. They have killed. They vow to kill again. Like Malcolm X said, "by any means necessary." Am I right? Or is there something that I haven't considered? Please point out the part I missed.

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Once again, I must give props to Facebook. Last night, I reconnected with longtime FOJ Robin. We had been friends since childhood, but lost contact about 15 years ago. Within minutes of reconnecting, we were on the phone. It was just like old times--giggling, intimating details of our new lives, and reminiscing about old times.

It was a blast. I was giddy when I hung up. She's in Tennessee now, and we made plans to get together this fall. I was amazed by the pictures of her family. Her daughters were little girls the last time I saw them. Now they are gorgeous young adults.

Robin's doing well, but I always knew she would. She's always been very focused, driven, and family oriented. I was not surprised that her parents had folowed her to Tennessee shortly after she settled there. I'm so happy!

To reconnect with such a good friend is an awesome feeling. We live in a world now of foolishness and fakery (Yes, I just made that word up.) True friendship is often elusive. I am so grateful to have been blessed, at every junction in my life, with good friends. Who could have predicted that 2 gawky junior high (middle school to you youngsters!) buddies, would still be friends all these years later??

Have you done well in the friend department? Do you have true friends? The kind that you could sit up all night talking to? What do they mean to you? Have you told them lately?

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Some exciting things are happening in my professional life! I can't share a lot right now, but I should be making a huge announcement in the next week or so.

If things go as planned, I should be spending a lot more time working from home. And while that can be a blessing, a few years ago I worked exclusively from home, with my office and boss being about 1200 miles away. While I certainly enjoyed the autonomy that such an arrangement brings, I did have a few issues with it.

First of all, I found myself longing for human contact after a few months. I did have a lot of phone contact, as well as client appointments, but most days were spent sitting at my desk, with only my radio for company. Believe it or not, it was lonely. The second issue was that even though I had a legitimate job, earning legitimate income--folks always thought that I had an hour to chitchat on the phone with them or that they could just drop by and I wouldn't be "busy." They didn't seem to realize that even though I was at home, I still had things that needed to get done and I wasn't just shooting the breeze.

Recent studies suggest that employees working from home actually get MORE done than those in the office, contrary to popular belief. I tend to agree--when you go to work, you have set hours and most of your work is done in those hours. When you work from home, you tend to start earlier and work later, as well as many weekend hours.

What do you think? Do you work from home? How productive are you? Do you know someone who works from home? Do you take advantage of their situation, by asking them to pick up your kids from daycare or go check on your sick pet?

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Today, my daughter and I volunteered at a Habitat for Humanity site. Though I am beat, it was one of the most rewarding things that I have ever done.

I got involved in this project through FOJ Maria. I'm glad that she did. I met the folks who run Habitat for Humanity of Greater Miami, including new FOJs Michelle, Rud, and Gavin. I will be doing more with them in the future. I worked with the most amazing group of people. We were such a diverse group, that we could have only been brought together through a project like this. We worked alongside the new homeowner, a single mom. She gave us all open invites to visit her anytime. I can't wait until she moves in!

One of my favorite sayings goes like this--"You have not lived until you have done something for someone who can not repay you." What have you done recently for someone who can not repay you? How did it make you feel? Is there anything else like it in the world? Tell me about your experience.

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I realize that this is a pretty random rant but--Why do some people think the rules don't apply to them?? Why are there folks that feel that whatever the rule/law/expectation is--it's not meant for them? What is that about?

I know people that are above the law. And it doesn't matter what the law is. It could be something as simple as--McDonald's doesn't serve breakfast after 11am. Why is there always some Bozo who waltzes in at 3pm and can't understand why he can't get an egg mcmuffin?? What about the rule that says--No smoking while pumping gas? There's always someone who is pumping gas with a lit cigarette danging right over the pump? And let's not forget the restaurant rule--Shirts and shoes required. Since I live in South Florida, there's always a group, just from the beach, who have neither. Why should I have to eat my meal with the taco meat on your chest in plain view? Why? Why? Why?

There are reasons for rules. It can not ALWAYS be about YOU!! Abide by the rules!! That is all.

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What's with this new term, "cougar?" These are older women that go after younger men. We now call them cougars, huh? Well, I take offense. I am NOT a cougar.

No matter that I'm a few years older than my husband, and I often remind him that I already knew how to spell my name by the time he was born. And, no matter that I often dated younger men when I was single. I am NOT a cougar.

Why is cougar a derogatory term when older men have been stalking and preying on the youngest of women since the beginning of time? Why do women have to bear a stamp of shame? I am NOT a cougar.

I'm interested to see how you all feel about this. And in case you missed it--I am NOT a cougar!!

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Do you have a nickname? I don't mean when your name is Catherine and everyone calls you Cathy. I mean when your name is Maria and everyone calls you Tiny. That kind of nickname.

I have one. I'm told that on the very day that I was born, someone came to the hospital to visit and proclaimed that I looked just like Pebbles on the Flintstones show. I find that interesting because Pebbles clearly has a headful of hair, pulled into a ponytail and I was bald so long that I nearly wore a wig to kindergarten. But that's a whole different story. Let's get back to the nickname.

So I became Pebbles. In fact, I'm still Pebbles or Pebbs to folks that have known me since I was knee high to a grasshopper. Recently, a woman that never knew that I was/am Pebbles met my mom. She then sent me a email addressing me as Pebbles. I think that she thought that I was ashamed. NOT! I answer to Pebbles much like I answer to Jewel. In fact, I didn't even realize that she had addressed me as Pebbles until I got way deep into her email. I don't mind at all. Call me whatever you like, just don't call me late for dinner!

What's your nickname? Is it a source of embarassment for you? Tell me about it.

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I've been watching the story about the woman up in New York, who was driving drunk with a car full of kids and ended up killing 8 people, including herself.

Let me first say--I am not a drinker. I don't drink beer, wine, champagne, mixed drinks, or anything else that contains alcohol. I simply don't like the taste of alcohol. But, here's my question--Is it possible to have an alcoholic in the house and one not know it?

I'm just not sure how that works. Even if they had presence of mind to try to hide the evidence before they started drinking, once they got drunk, wouldn't the jig be up? I mean--even if you didn't find bottles or empty cups/glasses, wouldn't you see that the person was drunk? or smelled like alcohol? or had a hangover? or was throwing up after a night of partying?

Again, I'm asking. I have no knowledge of how this is done. Please advise.

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Today is a very exciting day for you--rather than the regular ramblings from me, I've invited a special friend to ramble instead! She'll definitely bring you an angle that I never could, as she is a teenager. This is her first attempt at blogging and I think she's an excellent writer. I sure that years from now, I'll proudly say that I knew her "when." Here goes...

Commercial Music

In my almost 16 years of life, a great deal of things (including but not limited to: my family, my friends, strangers, celebrities, and everyday life in general) have managed to make me extremely angry. But the latest offender to make it on to my 'Things to Get Revenge Against' list is Tide. Yes, that's right. A friggin' laundry detergent has managed further my progression into an angry black woman (the official countdown to September 8, 2014 has commenced).

You may be wondering what could cause me to be so angry at the Tide company. Did they test some new products on third world orphans and give them some terrible case of hives? Did their CEO say something racist? Well, that's entirely possible. I don't watch the news so all that could've happened and I wouldn't even know (if it did happen my, conscience can be clear because I don't even use Tide). No, what has me so enraged is their latest commercial; so, really, I guess I'm mad at their PR company.

In case you haven't seen it, the commercial is about their latest detergent, which is specially formulated to run in cold water and, therefore, use less energy. The inner child and music lover in me could really care less about the good-natured environmental benefits. They're more concerned with the song running in the background: 'Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat)' by Digable Planets. The first time I saw/heard that commercial, I swear I died a little inside and every time since. It wasn't until ten minutes ago when I was sitting in a Chinese food restaurant when the doggone thing came on the TV again that I finally decided enough was enough.


Of course, I've already had my own vocal rant with my personal argument backboard (my mother) and she, of course, responded with, "Well, the song is 16 years old."

I, of course, responded with, "So?"

In blowing my poor mother's response clearly out of proportion, I come to the conclusion that, in a few weeks, when I turn 16, people are allowed to use me in commercials no matter how stupid it makes me look (love ya, ma). I'm waiting for the day somebody figures out a way to use Prince's 'Purple Rain' on a commercial so I can respond with, "Mom, it is 25 years old."

I'm not necessarily opposed to using songs in commercials. In some cases, like Bacardi's latest using Matt and Kim's 'Daylight', it's alright (let's ignore the fact that I'm underage and I’ve seen all the multiple edited versions of the commercial because I keep watching late night TV). I like the song, the commercial is artfully done, unlike the Tide commercial the song is edited well so it doesn't sound as choppy, and, most importantly, THE SONG IS NEW (relatively).

Using new songs in commercials allows the television viewing audience to hear songs that they may not have heard if their local radio station offers little-to-no variety (hint, hint, STL). Using older songs, however, only makes people like me who actively listen to music suffer for a month and a half while the thing is circulation. Need I remind you of 'This Will Be' and eHarmony (and the fact that you can’t hear that song without cringing)? I thought not.

I'd just like to point out that the minute I finished this, the music video just came on my TV. God must really love irony (and making me angry).

--Jordan is a fifteen year old high school junior, interested in TV and my headphones. Her life goals include making it through Titanic without falling asleep and finally getting a decent score in skee-ball. I have a full time job as a sarcastic commentator for everyday life and a part time job of trying to make it through said life.

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So, school starts again soon. And this is a big year in my home--my daughter is about to start her senior year of high school. It's an exciting time-yearbook pictures, prom dates, and college applications. It's hard to believe that, at this time next year, she'll be going or gone.

Last week, we spent a few hours making a spreadsheet of the college application process. We listed application due dates, fees, and visit schedules. It was pretty daunting. Some schools make you apply early, some allow you to wait til later. I was surprised at how much thought she's put into it. She thinks of schools in terms of R, M, or S. R is a reach school, one that she feels would be a stretch for her to gain admission. The M is a match, one that she feels best suited for. The S is a safety school, one she's sure she can get into. She says that we have to apply to a couple of each. I agree.

We also have a stack of mail for her to go through. These contain invitations to dinners, information sessions, and special programs. Some are local, some on the campus. I have no idea how I'm going to swing the necessary travel budget, let alone the application fees. And of course, Dad is coming down for some of the road trips. Wish me luck!!

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The Wizard of Oz debuted 70 years ago, at Grauman's Chinese Theatre. It is one of my favorite films.

The whole story is inspiring to me. She was lost, she overcame overwhelming challenges, and finally she found out that she had everything that she needed the whole time. I've loved this one since I was a child.

I even love The Wiz (both play and film), and Wicked. The Wiz put an African American spin on the story and Wicked is the story of the Evil Witch and how she became that way.

Do you love all things Oz? Is it nostalgic for you? Do you watch everytime it's aired on television?

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About a month ago, I was complaining that I wasn't sleeping well. Well, my tune has changed. Vacation helped my insomnia. I'm sleeping like a baby. In fact, I overslept for the first time in years.

I'm not sure if this is a blessing or a curse. But I'm going to let it flow as long as I can.

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A few weeks ago, I told you all about the planned family cruise for next June. Next year. June. 2010. So, it may come as a surprise to you, but certainly not to me, that Dad needed to apply for his passport while here on vacation. This year. August. 2009. He had no sooner gotten off the plane, when he announced that he had brought his birth certificate, "the one with the raised seal," so that he could get his passport while here.

Nearly everyday, he reminded me that he needed to get his passport. He's heard that there is a backlog and that it could take a long time for passports. He wanted to be prepared for the cruise. June. 2010. So, yesterday was the day. Now, I've known my Dad all of my life, so I did my homework. I found a nearby Court House that took passport applications. I called and inquired about the wait. I was told that there is usually no wait after lunch.

So, we get there, park and go inside. Dad looked at the building and announced that it "looked like there was a jail in there." I'm not sure what buildings with jails look like, but he was certain. We go inside. Because it's a court building, we had to go through security. He forgot to take his phone out of his pocket. The officer with the wand found it. He had to go back and put it in the basket to run through the machine. He wasn't pleased--he ONLY wanted a passport.

We found the office, and sure enough, there was nobody there. I filled out his application, and we went up to the window. Wait--I forgot to say that he didn't have his pictures, but that they offer picture service. Anyhow, we go up to the window. The charges are posted on the glass--$75 for the passport, by check or money order. Then $25 for the processing, in cash or credit card. Dad didn't have his checkbook, I wrote the check from my checkbook. The woman then requested $35 for the processing AND picture. Dad kept telling me that she was cheating because the sign said $25. I explained that the extra $10 was for his picture. He still thinks she's cheating. They took his picture. They showed him the pictures. They had 2. Now, she DEFINITELY was cheating. She took TWO pictures. I advised that they would put one picture in the passport and keep one with the application.

So, all that's left is his signature. He had to sign in the clerk's presence. He did. But then, she bundled his birth certificate ("the one with the raised seal") up with the application, to send on to the Dept of State. He asked for it back. The nice lady told him that he would get it back with his passport in a couple weeks. He wanted it back now. She was confused. I stepped in and repeated that he would get it back in the same envelope with his new passport. He was clearly disturbed, but let it go. And he announced that he did NOT want to go through the metal detector on the way out. He didn't have to. It was over.

However, an hour later, sitting in Olive Garden, he told me that he HOPED he would get his birth certificate back, the one with the raised seal. I love Dad. He's a hoot.

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As vacation comes to a close, I must say that I had a great time. There were many things that we always do that we didn't this time. There are also things that we've never done, but have now been added into the rotation. I loved being with family and having a large group around. I hated being with family and having a large group around. It's so bittersweet! And there are tons of pictures so that I can forever relive it.

But now work looms. School starts later this month. College tours start in September. Back to the mundane routine. Summer is over.

What did you guys do this summer? Is it over for you or do you still have some fun left? Share your adventures with me...

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This Thursday, August 13, has been long celebrated as International Left-Handers' Day. It's purpose is to increase public awareness of the advantages and disadvantages of being left-handed.

The organization has been credited with things like introduction of left handed checkbooks by all major banks in the United Kingdom. Apparently, left handers have a hard time adapting to a right handed world.

One of the activities listed on their website is to have right handers try to use normal, right handed tools in their left hands. I think I will try this today. I never really give much thought to the left/right handed dilemma.

What about you? What hand do you use? Are you a lefty?

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I have made some bad choices. Very bad choices. For the past week, with the family here, my food choices have been horrible. I've had everything from creamy dips to fried chicken to bread puddings. While they were absolutely delicious, I am going to pay for it.

DSM!! Which means--"Diet Starts Monday!!" Next week, I vow to make healthy choices(at least half of the time). I am going to be thin by the holidays. I see everyone snickering, but I REALLY mean it this time! I'm going to be slim and trim!!

I know that I always fall off the wagon early on, but laying around the pool and seeing those hard bodies have made me a changed woman. No more oreos dipped in chocolate. No more fried macaroni/cheese appetizers. No more Coldstone Creamery. Bring on the fresh fruits and veggies.

So, it's settled. DSM. Which means that for the next week, I have to have my last hurrah! Wish me luck!

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Do you guys remember the Blondie comic strip? Blondie's husband Dagwood would make huge sandwiches to eat between meals. They were much bigger than any human could consume. He would cram nearly everything in the kitchen between 2 slices of bread and top it with an olive on a toothpick.

These past few days have reminded me a lot of a Dagwood sandwich, with me as the middle and my family as the bread. Let me explain. On one hand, I have my parents--they are both post retirement seniors, though neither is hardly idle. On the other hand, I have the youngsters of the family--carefree and careless. I seem to always be caught in between.

Last night, we were out on the town--Miami. My daughters (22, and nearly 18) had decided to get henna tattoos. Henna tattoos are temporary and last for about 3 weeks. The girls have been talking about them for a couple of years. So, when we passed the kiosk, they stopped and browsed all of the designs. They both found ones that they liked. I didn't give it passing thoughts. I figured that it could be worse, they could be contemplating permanent tattoos. So, I wasn't surprised when they excused themselves from dinner as soon as they were done and headed back to get the henna. Everyone else lingered at the table--talking, laughing, having dessert. When we were ready, we headed outside to the kiosk.

My dad took his seat on a bench, scowling. The girls were getting the tattoos. The rest of the family wandered about the area. My dad couldn't understand why they would get that "junk (henna)." He wanted me to forbid it. I spent a lot of time explaining that this is the kind of thing that young folks do and I didn't have a problem with it. In between expressing his disapproval, he did his fair share of people watching. I pointed out young folks with colored hair, rings in their tongues and eyebrows, and designs cut into their hair.

The tattoos came out cute! The oldest ended up getting 2. I should have gotten 1 too. Dad would have croaked.

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This week's FOJ(Friend of Jewel) is Rasheen Peppers. You may recognize him as one of the stars of the A&E Channel's Manhunters Show. He is a deputized US Marshal and a detective with the Newark, New Jersey Police Department-what I would call a true hero. Each time I talk to him, I am impressed with his humble character and his commitment to his community.

Rasheen was born and reared in Newark. His mother married into a family of law enforcement officers when he was a toddler. His grandfather and uncles were well respected, decorated police officers. From a child, he thought law enforcement was such a brave, admirable career--"to face your fears, so that others can live fearlessly."

He and his wife have chosen to raise their family in the same community that he polices. He thinks this allows him to be held accountable. He doesn't want to become one of those officers whose careers catapult them out of the hood and then they forget where they came from.

He's received numerous accolades, but the ones that mean the most to him, come from the citizens that he protects, including an anonymous nomination for America's Most Wanted All Star 2009. Although he didn't win, the nomination and subsequent votes from all over the world warmed his heart.

In a time where law enforcement is one of the most highly criticized professions in our society, Rasheen wears his badge proudly. He says that what policing needs most is community cooperation. So many times, information is withheld from law enforcement because there is no confidence in the justice system. He does realize that sometimes citizens are wary, but encourages those who have information about crime in their communities and can't come forth, to contact him and he will get the information to the right person. He also admits that the most challenging aspect of his job is dealing with internal politics on the job. Officers have to "play the game" or risk reassignment.

Despite this, Rasheen aspires to move up the chain in the Department, while keeping his community in mind. He'd like to open a quality gym in his hood, that would include a tanning room, pool, jacuzzi, and spa. He'd give free membership to underprivileged families to help combat heart disease, diabetes, and high cholesterol, which run rampant.

Again, this a true hero. And, as with every FOJ Friday, the purpose is to expand your circle. I'm introducing you to my friends, so that they can become your friends. You can reach Rasheen Peppers by email at afterthestormproductions@gmail.com. He's also on Facebook. Connect.

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Pop star, Chris Brown, was to be sentenced yesterday, but the procedure ended up being delayed. Nonetheless, whenever the new date is set, he's expected to receive 5 years probation and six months of "labor intensive" community service in the case that stemmed from his physical assault of his then-girlfriend, Rihanna. He's made a public apology, although it was months later, and has been ordered to stay away from her. But here's my question--When is it ever "okay" for a man to hit a woman?

I've heard many opionions on this, ranging from "it's never okay" to "if she hits him first" to "if she gets in his face" to "if she deserves it." I have a son. Although he is not a teenager yet, he has been taught that it is NEVER okay to hit a female. NEVER. EVER. PERIOD. THE END. And just so that he doesn't get confused--slapping, shoving, and the like are included. Agressive physical acts, of any sort, towards women are NOT okay.

What's your take on it? When is it okay? And if there are scenarios that you feel warrant it, when do you notify the female? Does she know going in? Should he tell her on the first date? Or does she only find out after she's committed a violation? Im curious. Tell me.

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