Archive for January, 2008
Our Kids in Long Beach are Being Murdered
Wednesday, January 30, 2008 0:00
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by Brenda Knepper
On a Halloween evening a little over a year ago, a close friend of my son’s was shot and killed in a drive-by shooting. Up until Richard’s death, I had been oblivious to how many of our young people in Long Beach were being murdered.
Did you know that the candlelight vigils honoring those [...]
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by Brenda Knepper
On a Halloween evening a little over a year ago, a close friend of my son’s was shot and killed in a drive-by shooting. Up until Richard’s death, I had been oblivious to how many of our young people in Long Beach were being murdered.
Did you know that the candlelight vigils honoring those [...]
Thoughts on Beauty
Saturday, January 19, 2008 0:00
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by Brenda Knepper
In 1973, as a freshman at George Mason, I wrote an essay for an English comp class that comes up as a topic of conversation every now and then. In it I ranted about how unfair it was that women “had” to wear makeup and girdles and pointed-toe shoes throughout their lives to [...]
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by Brenda Knepper
In 1973, as a freshman at George Mason, I wrote an essay for an English comp class that comes up as a topic of conversation every now and then. In it I ranted about how unfair it was that women “had” to wear makeup and girdles and pointed-toe shoes throughout their lives to [...]
The House Next Door
Tuesday, January 15, 2008 0:00
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by Brenda Knepper
One of these days, I’m going to go over and introduce myself to my new neighbors.
A few months ago, the woman who lived next door to me was killed in a drive-by shooting. I had often seen her sitting out on her front porch smoking cigarettes for the year or so that she [...]
This was posted under category: Writing
by Brenda Knepper
One of these days, I’m going to go over and introduce myself to my new neighbors.
A few months ago, the woman who lived next door to me was killed in a drive-by shooting. I had often seen her sitting out on her front porch smoking cigarettes for the year or so that she [...]
