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When I was born, my mother delivered a smooth innocent babe that was about to be molded like a piece of clay to form a creation that equated pure art. The beauty of birth is the newness of thy own skin, unscathed, no scratches, abrasions, just smooth skin that had the softness of an Alpaca lambskin rug. Read The Full Article Here

Cover story I wrote for N'Digo Magapaper. I appreciate the support of Ms. Zondra Hughes and the team of THOUGHT LEADERS that were chosen to be interviewed.