A Message to the Soul of America
A poem by Kala Hathorn We are a city on a hill that cannot be hidden Just like the depths of hatred in this nation that needs to be forgiven…
The Source for Independent Thought and Analysis
A poem by Kala Hathorn We are a city on a hill that cannot be hidden Just like the depths of hatred in this nation that needs to be forgiven…
Waiting to Exhale by Kala Hathorne As we shift into a new year we must first exhale the staleness of 2020. Then inhale the newness of 2021. TS Eliot once…
By Kala Hathorn “Tis the season to be jolly But how can I be when I have nobody The yuletide carol doesn’t make it better Knowing that we won’t be…
By Kala Hathorn You must be the best you you can be. In an age where everyone seeks to be seen and revered; instead seek to be kind, compassionate, hardworking,…