What readers are saying about Dr. mOe Anderson's latest novel, Sinphony:
Sinphony is a well-plotted, fast-paced contemporary romance with very believable characters and lots of drama. Just what readers want!... (The) characterizations are vivid and well-described, making the people come to life with their own distinct mannerisms, speech and personality. I loved them all!
-Anita Bunkley, Bestselling Author and one of AALBC’s “50 Favorite African American Authors of the 20th Century” by AALBC.
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The journey was painful at the start... but once I discovered this switch, it rocked my world.
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I've never experienced such a deep connection with my "source".
And I never even knew I could feel so connected to financial abundance.
What I've since discovered is this simple switch...
And the unlimited abundance it triggers...
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I discovered a strange but powerful "switch" that cleared away what was blocking my abundance...
And turned my life around so fast it made my head spin. The journey was painful at the start... but once I discovered this switch, it rocked my world.
Literally stored IN my body.
But, as I'll share on this page, I discovered a strange but powerful "switch" that cleared away what was blocking my abundance...
And turned my life around so fast it made my head spin.
The journey was painful at the start... but once I discovered this switch, it rocked my world.
women-meditation
I've never experienced such a deep connection with my "source".
And I never even knew I could feel so connected to financial abundance.
What I've since discovered is this simple switch...
And the unlimited abundance it triggers...
Is available to anyone.
I discovered a strange but powerful "switch" that cleared away what was blocking my abundance...
And turned my life around so fast it made my head spin. The journey was painful at the start... but once I discovered this switch, it rocked my world.
Today, we are in a public health battle so critical that a Sesame Street muppet named Karli recently confessed she is in foster care because her mother is struggling with opioid addiction. Sadder than this news is the fact medications found in the home are the leading cause of child poisoning. When 2-5 year olds must learn about prescription pain relievers, we have a war America cannot withdraw from—ever. And yes, there is something you can do.
From the federal government to our schools, steps are being taken to enhance prevention efforts and increase community awareness of drug misuse and abuse. Here are a few important changes that have been implemented, as well as, things you can do today to make a difference for your family.
Excessive emotional baggage cost more than any of us can truly afford. When we fill our minds with negative thoughts, painful encounters, and lies we tell ourselves, reason is clouded and we cannot move forward without unnecessary delays. Consider this alternative. Unpack your past one piece at a time and discard anything that doesn’t help you fly into the future stronger, faster, and better.
Today, we are in a public health battle so critical that a Sesame Street muppet named Karli recently confessed she is in foster care because her mother is struggling with opioid addiction. Sadder than this news is the fact medications found in the home are the leading cause of child poisoning. When 2-5 year olds must learn about prescription pain relievers, we have a war America cannot withdraw from—ever. And yes, there is something you can do.
From the federal government to our schools, steps are being taken to enhance prevention efforts and increase community awareness of drug misuse and abuse. Here are a few important changes that have been implemented, as well as, things you can do today to make a difference for your family.
Excessive emotional baggage cost more than any of us can truly afford. When we fill our minds with negative thoughts, painful encounters, and lies we tell ourselves, reason is clouded and we cannot move forward without unnecessary delays. Consider this alternative. Unpack your past one piece at a time and discard anything that doesn’t help you fly into the future stronger, faster, and better.
Lifestyle guru B Smith and her husband have made headlines around dealing with Alzheimer's. I remember seeing B. Smith at the Washington DC restaurant and on television. It's hard for me as a fan and on a personal level. Alzheimer's is hard on everyone. This is my story...
Success Is a Side Effect is a powerful guide to achieving more fulfilling relationships whether at work, at home, or in your community. Dr. Anderson's unique approach to personal growth is illustrated with real-world situations, surprising statistics, and laugh out loud anecdotes. Learn practical lessons in leadership and the positive side effects of pursuing your passion!
Praise for Success Is a Side Effect:
“A master class in corporate ascension from a trusted mentor delivered with humor and candor. These are insights your manager won’t tell you and your mother may not know.”
Anne Boyd
Writer | Editor | Critic
"...an instructional compendium of knowledge. Dr. Anderson weaves advice, compassion, allegory, and scenarios in each and every lesson. Readers will be able to utilize this “roadmap to self-improvement” like a GPS reference guide to actually plan the improvements...What a priceless gift!"
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I needed a dose of energy and a reminder that I should do more things that scare me. Moe’s book speaks to the inner do-gooder in me. It also makes me want to hug myself a little more.
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The Roman Empire A Historical Colossus.pdfkaushalkr1407
The Roman Empire, a vast and enduring power, stands as one of history's most remarkable civilizations, leaving an indelible imprint on the world. It emerged from the Roman Republic, transitioning into an imperial powerhouse under the leadership of Augustus Caesar in 27 BCE. This transformation marked the beginning of an era defined by unprecedented territorial expansion, architectural marvels, and profound cultural influence.
The empire's roots lie in the city of Rome, founded, according to legend, by Romulus in 753 BCE. Over centuries, Rome evolved from a small settlement to a formidable republic, characterized by a complex political system with elected officials and checks on power. However, internal strife, class conflicts, and military ambitions paved the way for the end of the Republic. Julius Caesar’s dictatorship and subsequent assassination in 44 BCE created a power vacuum, leading to a civil war. Octavian, later Augustus, emerged victorious, heralding the Roman Empire’s birth.
Under Augustus, the empire experienced the Pax Romana, a 200-year period of relative peace and stability. Augustus reformed the military, established efficient administrative systems, and initiated grand construction projects. The empire's borders expanded, encompassing territories from Britain to Egypt and from Spain to the Euphrates. Roman legions, renowned for their discipline and engineering prowess, secured and maintained these vast territories, building roads, fortifications, and cities that facilitated control and integration.
The Roman Empire’s society was hierarchical, with a rigid class system. At the top were the patricians, wealthy elites who held significant political power. Below them were the plebeians, free citizens with limited political influence, and the vast numbers of slaves who formed the backbone of the economy. The family unit was central, governed by the paterfamilias, the male head who held absolute authority.
Culturally, the Romans were eclectic, absorbing and adapting elements from the civilizations they encountered, particularly the Greeks. Roman art, literature, and philosophy reflected this synthesis, creating a rich cultural tapestry. Latin, the Roman language, became the lingua franca of the Western world, influencing numerous modern languages.
Roman architecture and engineering achievements were monumental. They perfected the arch, vault, and dome, constructing enduring structures like the Colosseum, Pantheon, and aqueducts. These engineering marvels not only showcased Roman ingenuity but also served practical purposes, from public entertainment to water supply.
June 3, 2024 Anti-Semitism Letter Sent to MIT President Kornbluth and MIT Cor...Levi Shapiro
Letter from the Congress of the United States regarding Anti-Semitism sent June 3rd to MIT President Sally Kornbluth, MIT Corp Chair, Mark Gorenberg
Dear Dr. Kornbluth and Mr. Gorenberg,
The US House of Representatives is deeply concerned by ongoing and pervasive acts of antisemitic
harassment and intimidation at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). Failing to act decisively to ensure a safe learning environment for all students would be a grave dereliction of your responsibilities as President of MIT and Chair of the MIT Corporation.
This Congress will not stand idly by and allow an environment hostile to Jewish students to persist. The House believes that your institution is in violation of Title VI of the Civil Rights Act, and the inability or
unwillingness to rectify this violation through action requires accountability.
Postsecondary education is a unique opportunity for students to learn and have their ideas and beliefs challenged. However, universities receiving hundreds of millions of federal funds annually have denied
students that opportunity and have been hijacked to become venues for the promotion of terrorism, antisemitic harassment and intimidation, unlawful encampments, and in some cases, assaults and riots.
The House of Representatives will not countenance the use of federal funds to indoctrinate students into hateful, antisemitic, anti-American supporters of terrorism. Investigations into campus antisemitism by the Committee on Education and the Workforce and the Committee on Ways and Means have been expanded into a Congress-wide probe across all relevant jurisdictions to address this national crisis. The undersigned Committees will conduct oversight into the use of federal funds at MIT and its learning environment under authorities granted to each Committee.
• The Committee on Education and the Workforce has been investigating your institution since December 7, 2023. The Committee has broad jurisdiction over postsecondary education, including its compliance with Title VI of the Civil Rights Act, campus safety concerns over disruptions to the learning environment, and the awarding of federal student aid under the Higher Education Act.
• The Committee on Oversight and Accountability is investigating the sources of funding and other support flowing to groups espousing pro-Hamas propaganda and engaged in antisemitic harassment and intimidation of students. The Committee on Oversight and Accountability is the principal oversight committee of the US House of Representatives and has broad authority to investigate “any matter” at “any time” under House Rule X.
• The Committee on Ways and Means has been investigating several universities since November 15, 2023, when the Committee held a hearing entitled From Ivory Towers to Dark Corners: Investigating the Nexus Between Antisemitism, Tax-Exempt Universities, and Terror Financing. The Committee followed the hearing with letters to those institutions on January 10, 202
Read| The latest issue of The Challenger is here! We are thrilled to announce that our school paper has qualified for the NATIONAL SCHOOLS PRESS CONFERENCE (NSPC) 2024. Thank you for your unwavering support and trust. Dive into the stories that made us stand out!
Honest Reviews of Tim Han LMA Course Program.pptxtimhan337
Personal development courses are widely available today, with each one promising life-changing outcomes. Tim Han’s Life Mastery Achievers (LMA) Course has drawn a lot of interest. In addition to offering my frank assessment of Success Insider’s LMA Course, this piece examines the course’s effects via a variety of Tim Han LMA course reviews and Success Insider comments.
Welcome to TechSoup New Member Orientation and Q&A (May 2024).pdfTechSoup
In this webinar you will learn how your organization can access TechSoup's wide variety of product discount and donation programs. From hardware to software, we'll give you a tour of the tools available to help your nonprofit with productivity, collaboration, financial management, donor tracking, security, and more.
Operation “Blue Star” is the only event in the history of Independent India where the state went into war with its own people. Even after about 40 years it is not clear if it was culmination of states anger over people of the region, a political game of power or start of dictatorial chapter in the democratic setup.
The people of Punjab felt alienated from main stream due to denial of their just demands during a long democratic struggle since independence. As it happen all over the word, it led to militant struggle with great loss of lives of military, police and civilian personnel. Killing of Indira Gandhi and massacre of innocent Sikhs in Delhi and other India cities was also associated with this movement.
1. Book Excerpt of Sinphony by Monica F. Anderson<br />42957755715Sinphony is a well-plotted, fast-paced contemporary romance with very believable characters and lots of drama. Just what readers want!... (The) characterizations are vivid and well-described, making the people come to life with their own distinct mannerisms, speech and personality. I loved them all!<br />-Anita Bunkley, Bestselling Author and one of AALBC’s “50 Favorite African American Authors of the 20th Century” by AALBC.<br />“Are we still on for tonight?” Terry asked.<br />“Of course, I’ve been looking forward to it.” Especially after the fiasco with Franklin last night. <br /> After dinner, Franklin took me straight home, pouting and driving too close to the yellow lines all the way. He always takes me straight home. The man has the sex drive of a shoelace. I couldn’t understand what he was so upset about. Vinny and Mario were thrilled when they left the restaurant. <br />I struggled to cradle the phone on my shoulder while tugging on my pantyhose. My sister says only old women wear pantyhose anymore, but my behind is too big to be unrestrained. I had to think of the innocent children. The school bus drivers might run off the road if they spotted my forty- inch hips in their full glory. <br />Terry’s smile bobbed in his voice. I could almost see the dimple in his chin. “I’m looking forward to the seminar. Sharon Farmer was the chief White House photographer for-“ <br />“Yes, I know, Terry.” He would not shut up and let me get to work. “I’m excited too. It should be a fun evening. Thank you for standing in line for two hours to get the tickets.” The tickets I volunteered to purchase knowing I need a tune up on my car more than I need to hear another lecture. “But I’ve got to go. Sharon Farmer is self-employed and you work three hours a day, but the rest of us have to be in them cotton fields full-time.”<br />He chuckled and quipped, “Aw, baby, don’t hate. I’m painting in the studio when I’m not teaching.”<br />“Or performing poetry at a slam or mixing tracks on your computer. You poor thing. Tsk, tsk. I’m not hating, dear. I’m simply reminding you that I have rugrats to feed. It’s seven o’clock.” I pulled my comforter across the wrinkled sheets in defiance of my upbringing. Mama never let us leave the house without making our beds, sheets and all. Where did I put my purse? “If I don’t get out of here in the next five minutes, I’ll be stuck on I35 all morning. I’ll meet you in front of the library at six.”<br />The light tone vanished from his voice. “How ‘bout I have Michon drop me off at your crib and I officially meet your sons?” <br />I squeezed my eyes shut and the image of Kelvin’s stunned face flitted across my lids like a shadow outside my curtains. <br />The silence that followed his statement was lengthy and heavy with tension. Finally, I said, “Terry, we’ve discussed this before. I do not want a bunch of strange men around my sons. It sets a bad example. I need you to see my point of view here. Please, try to understand. It’s not about you.” <br />But it was about him. His age. His Afro. His lifestyle. And his darn run-over leather sandals. He didn’t fit the image of the man of my dreams or the knight in the fairy tales Daddy read to us every night at bedtime.<br />“Nona, we’ve been kickin’ it for six months. I should have moved out of that ‘stranger’ category by now. And I know our thang ain’t exclusive, but I sincerely hope I’m not part of a ‘bunch’ as in several bananas.” He made a sound close to laughter, needing reassurance I could not offer.<br />He was irritated, but Terry was never mean like Franklin. Terry saved his extreme emotions for the bedroom. When we made love, he chanted my name like a mantra, softly, over and over between nibbles on those sensitive grooves in my neck and around my earlobes or he’d call me his little M&M while he did things that made me melt. Oooh and his stamina! He could be a gigolo if his art career didn’t work out. I know I’d pay him. I’d work two jobs to afford the luxury. Franklin might be show and tell, but Terry was moan and yell. More than our shared interests, our infrequent but extremely satisfying trysts were really what kept me dialing his number though I loathed admitting it even to myself.<br />“Nona,” he continued, “are you embarrassed for your sons to meet me? You talk about them, Diane, and your parents all the time, but you’ve never included me in anything involving your family.” <br />Words like “hypocrite”, “desperate middle- aged woman”, and “old-fashioned” sprinkled my mind before melting like snowflakes in spring. I caught my reflection in the mirror over my dresser. Thank God he couldn’t see the panic in my eyes. I’m not ready to give him up, I thought, ignoring the fact he was never truly mine.<br />I put the receiver away from my face and swallowed hard. “Don’t be silly Terry,” I chided in my best schoolteacher voice. “I’ve taught my boys to judge people by their character alone. When the time is right, you’ll meet everyone. Remember, Kelvin is still upset about that little incident the other day. That was traumatic for both of us. Please, let’s not argue about this anymore, baby. I’ve got to get to work. I’ll see you later ‘kay?”<br />He sighed softly, relenting for the moment. “I’m counting the hours. I’ll be there early so I can watch you arriving. I love the way you walk. Someday I’ll capture that movement on canvas and title it ‘Grace’. Have a good day, Nona. Oh, and don’t forget to bring some comfortable shoes so you can change after work.”<br />Dangit. I did not need that today. That’s what I get for trying to be happy. What was that Grandmama used to say? “God, ain’t promised you no happiness gurl. Where you see dat in the commandments? Thou shalt be happy. Show me where it say dat. All He promised was traveling grace, a heavy cross, and salvation for dem who believes in the Christ Jesus.”<br />“But David danced,” I countered.<br />“Yep. After he got through fightin’ dem Philistines, he danced a little holy dance, den he went on back to work. You read somethin’ about him going on vacation and being happy ever after? Nope. King James bible say dat boy had to struggle like the rest of us. Read Psalms if’n you don’t b’lieve your elders. You count how many times it say happy in dere and show me where I’s wrong.” <br />Yea, she was right. David went to work and that’s where I was going. The last thing I needed was Juanita Bailey busting my chops for tardiness. I roused the boys. “Get up, fellas! I’m leaving! VaShawn, remember your history project is on the kitchen table.” I found my purse in the den on the coffee table where I’d left it. “Kelvin, I’m leaving you ten dollars for gas. It’s ALL for gas. Do not spend a dime on tacos or Krispy Kreme donuts like you did last time. If you run out of gas before next Friday, you will be riding the long, yellow bus to school.” <br />He had ten dollars and I had three. That was enough to buy my lunch and a drink in the cafeteria. I didn’t have time to prepare one.<br />“Yes, ma’am,” Kelvin responded dryly.<br />VaShawn stumbled into the den and gave me a hug. “Bye Mama, I love you.” His breath smelled like spoiled chitterlings. The corners of his eyes were matted with white crust. His plaid boxers were inside out. Mama’s baby – so precious. <br />I held my breath and pecked his cheek. “I love you too, honey. Remember, I’ll be home late. Make yourself a sandwich or eat that leftover chicken when you get home from school.”<br />Every radio station became “talk radio” during drive time. Why couldn’t they just play music? I could see the day was sunny and the goose bumps on my arms confirmed the chill of the air. <br />Taking a detour through the residential areas and school zones was slow but steady. It gave me time to think and made the nonstop traffic reports inconsequential. Soft, calm music was what I needed not mindless chatter about celebrity court cases. The only CD in the car was Mary J. Blige and I was not having a Mary morning. I turned the radio off.<br /> My mind drifted back to the conversation with Terry. One way or the other, I had to deal with his very legitimate questions. But first, I needed to sort out my own feelings. Lord knows I’d asked Him for a man like Terry, an intelligent man who shared my interests, knew how to handle his business in the bedroom, and had a sense of humor. I assumed God knew I meant someone my age that had financial stability like Franklin. Franklin was older and more established, but as it turned out, that was all we had in common. After two years of being his official hostess, I was fairly certain God hadn’t sent him. <br />On the other hand, I liked Terry a lot – as a friend, but he was too laid back about finances. That whole “live for today” thing didn’t sit well with me. I had mouths to feed today and tomorrow. He wasn’t bringing anything to the table I’d work my ass off to buy on credit. In a way, the two of them together formed the one man I really desired. <br />Terry, Terry, Terry. I blew him off after our first meeting at Whole Foods but then, a few weeks later; I bumped into him at Mitchie’s Fine Black Art during a reading and signing by one of my favorite authors, Laura Parker Castoro. Terry came in late and sat by me. I glanced over but didn’t recognize him because I was into Ms. Parker’s discussion. It was not until Terry raised his hand to ask a question about a plot point in her latest novel that I realized the charged air in the room was emanating from him.<br />Terry and I sat talking long after everyone had gotten autographs and left. Joyce, the owner, had to shoo us into the parking lot where we talked another forty minutes, leaning against my car. <br />Finally, I noted the late hour and reluctantly admitted, “I really have to go. It was nice, uhmm, very nice to see you again.”<br />His radiant smile rivaled the full moon over his shoulder. “Yeah, same here.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants and rocked back on his heels as if contemplating his next sentence. I waited, half hopeful, half anxious. “Do you think I can get those digits this time?” he asked, staring at my hand on the car door as if he expected me to answer in sign language.<br />“Excuse me?”<br />“Your phone number? May I have your phone number please?”<br />“Oh.” Suddenly, I felt my age. His slang wasn’t even new. My ex used that word when we were together during the era of my life known as the Depression. “My bad. I thought you said ‘midgets’.” <br />He laughed at my lame joke. I quickly jotted my number on the back of a deposit slip, thinking he’d never follow up. He was probably trying to earn points for Boy Scouts. The Talk to An Older Woman badge or something. <br />The parking lot was empty. “Where’s your car?” I asked.<br />“I don’t have one,” he responded without explanation or the usual expression of embarrassment. “I’ll walk home. I don’t live far from here.” <br />My guard came up. He seemed nice. I wanted to give him a ride, but I didn’t know him very well. What if he was a serial killing, psycho, rapist? Who would raise my children after they found my naked, mutilated body on the muddy banks of Barton Creek? But he had such luscious lips, nice toes, and really big hands… <br />“Would you like a ride?” my libido asked before my paranoid mind could stop it. <br />He licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue and grinned triumphantly. “Are you sure? I’d really appreciate it. Don’t worry. I’m harmless.” He pulled his wallet out and handed me his driver’s license. “Why don’t you call a friend and give them my information? That’s what my sister does. You can never be too careful. There are a lot of crazies out there.”<br />I noted his birth date and memorized his address before pushing his hand away. “Oh no, that’s not necessary.” He shrugged and walked to the passenger side of my 1999 Passat. <br />When we parked in front of his house, he leaned over and kissed my cheek so tenderly I thought I’d imagined it. I watched him go inside before touching my fingertips to the burning imprint of his gratitude.<br />He called a few minutes after I arrived home. We laughed and talked until dawn. It didn’t even matter that he was in the eighth grade when I was a freshman in college.<br />Grandma was wrong. That night, I was happy.<br />Wondering what happens next? Why live in suspense? Order your copy of Sinphony by Monica F. Anderson today. Available in e-book and paperback from Amazon.com and Google Books. Read excerpts of Anderson’s other novels at www.drmoeanderson.com.<br />