Brother Marvin (Full Podcast). This is a story of bad blood between a father and son; of the trauma we are born into and the trauma we fall into along our journey; of coming back from addiction; of Bipolar Disorder and the divided soul; of the compromises we make in order to keep going in life; and of how your character governs your talent.

Brother Marvin (Full Podcast). This is a story of bad blood between a father and son; of the trauma we are born into and the trauma we fall into along our journey; of coming back from addiction; of Bipolar Disorder and the divided soul; of the compromises we make in order to keep going in life; and of how your character governs your talent.

My beloved sister, friend, and co-host in this space for 7 years, departed her body (and this life)  the other day, leaving those of us who loved her with the sweet memories of her beautiful soul. This is a moment we had on March 6, 2010, some 10 years ago, in our first season of podcasting together. May your music never end, Ms. Maiesha Rashad: eternal rest in peace, power, and paradise! And thank you for being a most treasured part of my life since 1990.

This is a story of how your character governs your talent.

This is a story of how your character governs your talent.

If I could have chosen a biological younger brother, it would be Dwayne: we are from the same soul group. I am old enough to see myself in him. We are strong soldiers on the road less traveled. It had been seven years since our last one-on-one, brother to brother, but as with all souls that are knit together as ours, it always feels just like yesterday when last we spoke. These are the moments I most treasure in life.

If I could have chosen a biological younger brother, it would be Dwayne: we are from the same soul group. I am old enough to see myself in him. We are strong soldiers on the road less traveled. It had been seven years since our last one-on-one, brother to brother, but as with all souls that are knit together as ours, it always feels just like yesterday when last we spoke. These are the moments I most treasure in life.

If I could have chosen a biological younger brother, it would be Dwayne: we are from the same soul group. I am old enough to see myself in him. We are strong soldiers on the road less traveled. It had been seven years since our last one-on-one, brother to brother, but as with all souls that are knit together as ours, it always feels just like yesterday when last we spoke. These are the moments I most treasure in life.

This is a story of how the holiday (holy-day) we call Christmas actually came to us a Christian religious tradition. This is also a story of so-called Saturday. This is the origin story of one of the most commercially exploited times of the year. [Best enjoyed with your ‘beats’ headphones.]

This is a story to remember when you are thirty minutes into your Turkey Day meal and you look around the table, and listen really well to what's being said; that's a good time to remember who's not being talked about, what stories are not being told about so-called "Thanksgiving." In my 53 years, I can't recall one fourth Thursday in November where I sat around the family dinner table and heard this conversation.