Makin’ Moves: Nakia Burrise and “Class Dismissed”

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As you all know, I am passionate about not only creating, but also helping to promote positive media content. I have a dear friend with a vision for such a project and she is making it happen! Nakia Burrise is an actress and content creator with a project called Class Dismissed. Your kids may know her as the Yellow Power Ranger and you may know her from shows like Hart of Dixie and The Middle. But I have had the privilege of getting to know her on a personal level over the past year and she has been a true confidante. To say she is full of valuable wisdom to share would only be touching the surface of who she is; I can say the same about this fun web series she has created. It is only the beginning! Class Dismissed has just completed its first season and now it is time to make preparations for season 2.

Here’s the logline (premise): Four teachers follow their own dreams while trying to mold the minds of their students… God help us all!

Of course, storytelling is never a path without cost – whether those costs are internal (mental and emotional energy) or external (monetary contribution) – and an ensemble web series is not something that can be accomplished alone. I took some time to talk with Nakia and ask her some questions about herself, her faith and her project. I think you will agree that she had some inspiring thoughts to share.

Lauren C. Snowden: Okay, Nakia! What is it that you would like people to know about you – both as a person and as an artist?

Nakia Burrise: First, I’d just like to thank you for this interview opportunity.

LCS: It is my absolute pleasure!

NB: It is a true blessing to have the platform to share a slice of my life with others. First, and foremost I am a Christian! As a Christian I feel there is a responsibility to make sure I am cognizant of the projects I am a part of and the roles I portray. That is why it was so important to me to create a family-friendly comedy series that the whole family can enjoy with clean humor. Many comedy shows today have crossed the line and no longer give us true family content without some sexual connotation, leaving fewer and fewer opportunities for families to sit back and enjoy a show together. That is my goal with Class Dismissed.

LCS: What is Class Dismissed really about, beyond the logline?

NB: Class Dismissed is really about four laughable characters from different walks of life, placed in the same environment without a common goal! Here’s a summary:

Class Dismissed is a hilarious new comedy web series centered on three high school friends, one nuisance and the unpredictable assistant principal: Liz, the sassy TV extra turned teacher’s aide; Anne, the easy going, free spirited first grade teacher who uses yoga and Tai Chi to teach her students Math and English; BJ, the loud-mouthed PE teacher/failed comedian; and Nancy, the nosy perfectionist teacher round out this crazy cast. After years apart BJ, Liz, and Anne find themselves reunited back at the same grade school…only this time they’re in charge. What happens in the teachers’ lounge stays in the teachers’ lounge! Liz, BJ, Anne, and Nancy are the center of each episode, encountering one hilarious circumstance after another. Hijinks, laughter, quick-witted banter, and lots of love make this show the can’t-miss web series.

LCS: Awesome! So, why this show? What inspired you create it?

NB: After leaving Power Rangers years ago, where I played Tanya the Yellow Power Ranger, I needed some financial stability so I began substitute teaching in the inner city of  Los Angeles. Yes, this was a far leap from Hollywood. But, you have to do what you’ve got to do when you have a family. In 1999 I began substitute teaching while still pursuing my acting dreams. My experience in teaching led me to this show idea. There were so many hilarious, yet unbelievable, and heart wrenching experiences that I felt could only be told in a comedy series. My life experiences as an actress and substitute teacher are explored in my show. I believe Class Dismissed‘s characters are truly relatable in many aspects. I’m sure everyone has had one or more teachers who really didn’t teach; they were simply there for a pay check (BJ). Then there is always that one misguided student that likes to disrupt every class (Timmy). But, we often remember those teachers and assistants that spoke life into our souls and kept our heads held high in those moments of hopelessness (Anne and Liz). Future episodes will bring to heart issues of acceptance (ethnic, cultural), faith, and determination. I want my show to build, strengthen, and encourage others through the life experiences of my characters.

I often wondered why God didn’t bless me with another role on a television show right after Power Rangers. But, I realize that life’s struggles and experiences build one’s character, testimony, strength, and trust in Him. My life encounters, intersections, and divine appointments are all a part of my story…and that is what I share in Class Dismissed!

LCS: How do you produce a show like this? What does it involve? Do you have a big team or is this a love-labor crew?

NB: The Lord has been very gracious in allowing me the opportunity to employ a professional crew and actors who love what they do. The first season was 99% financed by my husband and me. I am the creator, executive producer, and co-writer with my dear friend, Thomas Lazare. Putting together a full series production involves many hours of planning, coordinating, and strategizing.  I do not have a production team for my production company so I handle it all. I really love every aspect of being a producer and talent for Class Dismissed, especially because this is my baby. So it is all well worth it.

LCS: Oh, yes. I know that sentiment all too well! Can you talk a little bit about your passion for this Hollywood Industry? How do you see Class Dismissed fitting into (or not) the Hollywood paradigm? What are your ultimate goals for this charming webseries?

NB: I have always loved performing! When I was a kid I loved the Carol Burnett Show. I often emulated the characters that I saw on her show in front of my parents and brothers. They would get a kick out of it. It wasn’t until recently I learned about producing. Well, I had to in order to get my show out to the masses. I really enjoy it as well. Ultimately, I would love to have my show airing on a major network or global streaming provider like Netflix or HULU. Hollywood needs shows like mine. Wholesome family shows are becoming non-existent and there is still a huge audience desiring family shows. We want to meet their demand.

LCS: So, how can we support this project and your efforts to get it out to as many people as possible?

NB: Right now we have an Indiegogo crowd funding campaign for season 2 in progress. Our goal is to raise $25,000 to film 12 episodes. A simple $5.00 donation can go far. Here is our Indiegogo link

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LCS:  Where can we find the first season and get caught up?

NB: We have a website for our show: We also have a YouTube channel: http//

LCS: Can you give us a teaser right here, right now?

NB: Of course! Here is the logline and a trailer for episode 4:
A new exchange teacher meets chaos at Duke Ellington… while Liz is up to her ears in grading science projects…for another teacher!

LCS: It looks great, and I’m so excited for what is coming! Thank you so much for taking the time out, Nakia. I will be looking for season 2!

NB: Thank you, for doing this!

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About Nakia Burrise:
Growing up in Stockton, CA, Nakia began performing acrobatics by the age of five and later ventured into theater, musical theater, dancing, singing, and modeling. While attending Edison High School in Stockton, California, she auditioned for UCLA’s prestigious theater department. She was the only African American female freshman accepted into the theater department that year. By the time she was a junior at UCLA, her professional career had begun. She booked her first role as a series regular on Power Rangers, as Tanya Sloan, the yellow ranger; while simultaneously recording her first pop album with her singing group, Divine. She has since played an array of characters in such shows and movies as Angie Tribeca, Kevin From Work, Hart of Dixie (recurring), Star Trek Continues, New Girl, About a Boy, The Perfect Boyfriend, 90210, The Middle, Rules Of Engagement, Melissa and Joey, Bones, Samantha Who, Boston Legal, Nash Bridges, and Moesha.

In 2006, Nakia founded a non-profit corporation called “A Day in the Life”. The corporation’s mission is to reach inner city children by giving them the opportunity to explore various careers and life options through field trips, presentations, and field work; opportunities that are not readily accessible to many inner city youths.

Also in 2006, Nakia began producing her own projects. She co-wrote the comedy pilot, A Day in the Life with good friend Sonya Shepherd. The project had great reviews. In 2009, she wrote, produced and starred in Crazy Daze, comedy series. Crazy Daze, centered around Nikela and her dysfunctional group of friends as they navigate through the perils of life! The series received honorable mention in various television and film festivals. She is currently the creator, executive producer, and star in the comedy web series Class Dismissed (

Friday’s Featured Writer: Rayvell Snowden, Sr. (reprise)

Happy Feature Friday, everybody! As we bring this inspirational campaign to a close I leave you with another wisdom-filled, reflective piece — a bookend, if you will — in honor of Black History Month. Please welcome once again, my dad. Please leave your comments and encouragements below!


Segregation: from my perspective
Rayvell Snowden

seg·re·ga·tion (seɡrəˈɡāSH(ə)n/), n. – a setting apart or separation of people or things from others or from the main body or group.

I have been asked on many occasions over the years, what it was like the live in America during the time of segregation. I answer this way: if any of us today had a problem there are many things that we might do to rid ourselves of the problem. We could hire an attorney, go talk to a judge, a priest, policemen. Or, we might even approach an upstanding individual to get some help, some kind of relief. But suppose that all of the people mentioned above were in agreement against you. Where could you go? To whom could you turn for help?

Looking at segregation from the perspective of those not affected by segregation makes it seem quite benign. However, for those who have lived it, it is one of the most degrading and humiliating situations imaginable. People and animals are naturally segregated and should be. We segregate criminals from the mainstream society for the safety of the non-criminals; that, too, should be. But to segregate one group of law-abiding people from the mainstream of society because of the color of their skin is a different issue. To deprive certain citizens of the privileges allowed to the rest of the citizens should have been criminal, and likely, it was. Consequently, in the case of segregation, the law had to be suspended in order for it to work. That meant that an awful lot of citizens had to agree to the segregation, and they did.

The truth of the matter is that we, African Americans, had absolutely no choice about it. Everyone made us feel inferior. Worthless. At one point we were not even considered to be human — that according to the constitution of the country! Imagine a seventy-year-old black man or woman having to say “yes, sir” or “no, ma’am” to a two- or three-year-old white child. If they failed to do so, they could be beaten, arrested or even hanged, depending on the mercy (or a lack of mercy) of any white people present at the time. We had to ride in the back of the bus and we were not allowed to walk past a white person on the sidewalk. We would have to yield the sidewalk to them by stepping into the gutter if we crossed paths; and we could not ever approach the front door of white person’s home. It was a trying time for African Americans in this country.  If there had been a way for us to hide who we were, we surely would have just escaped that terrible humiliation. I have heard lots of different groups declare that there is no difference between their struggle and that of the African Americans.  I beg to differ.

I remember one day, when I was in junior high school, three of us young boys were very upset and crying because some white kids had passed by and yelled at us. They’d called us names (some derogatory in nature). I remember our P.E. teacher, Mr. P. E. Pile, came by and asked what we were so upset over. We told him what had happened and we asked him why the white people hated us so much. They didn’t even know us. What did we ever do to them?

Mr. Pile told us that God had made all of mankind out of the soil (dirt) of the earth. Then he asked us, “Would you rather be made of white sand, red clay or black mud?” All three of us had spent time working in the fields, so we knew the type of soil that was used to plant crops in. So, we answered, “Black mud.”

“That’s right,” he said, “because black mud has all the nutrients and minerals and produce grows the best there. So, you see? God made made you out of the best stuff. So don’t you feel inferior to anybody.” Even though that didn’t change one little thing in our lives from the outside, I think that we all felt a little better about ourselves. At least we knew why we were so hated.

Segregation had the tendency to strip a person of any sense of worth. I remember that at one time I thought that the white people were so superior to us that they never even had to use the restroom. But even as a young kid I recognized how stupid the whole thing was. We segregate animals because they generally have very little in common. You wouldn’t put dogs and rabbits together. No tigers and antelopes, or snakes and squirrels, not even cats and birds. But people? People are the same, only with a different color coat on.

I remember that during a tornado we could share a storm cellar. But once the storm had passed, things went back to the way they were. Never the twain shall meet. Our mothers could nurse their babies, train their children and even teach them. They could not, however, use the same restroom or drink from the same water fountain. It’s hard to wrap one’s head around what must have gone wrong with people who could think and believe like that.

There are many people who came through those times who cannot get over the hatred that was thrown at them; they are scarred for life. But as for me, I think that we made it out. The reason that the windshield in our cars is so much larger than the rear-view mirror is because it is not profitable to spend too much time looking back. We have already gotten past that point in our lives and we were not destroyed. I, for one, am not willing to be destroyed by something that I have already beaten.

God has restored far more to me than I ever lost, including a heart that can love and be loved. The only thing that I’m taking out of the past is me. I will live in my blessings; I will honor my blessings; I will share my blessings; I will use my blessings to be a blessing to others. I have laid all of the hurt and humiliation at the feet of those evil people who perpetrated such devastation upon us, and I pray for them.

As our celebration of Black History Month comes to a close, I hope that people will remember that our history serves to show us how far we have come and how far we have yet to go.


daddy2About the author: Anyone who has had the privilege of a conversation with Ray knows that he is a well of wisdom. A lifetime of sometimes unbelievable but always amazing experiences has served all who know him very well — family, friends and strangers, alike. Although he is retired from the field of college education — he ran the Industrial Technology Department at Allan Hancock College for almost thirty years and his time there is decorated with countless accolades — Ray continues to teach one class each semester in order to continue imparting his life and work experience on the next generation. He is currently writing his memoir.

Friday’s Featured Writer: Anji Harris

Happy Feature Friday, everybody! For our third installment, please welcome my friend, the talented Anji Harris. Sit back and enjoy this  charming sample from her upcoming novel, Sweetly Broken and please leave your comments and encouragements below!

“Sweetly Broken”

 Excerpt from upcoming novel, Sweetly Broken

Sometimes I lie to myself.  I tell myself, “I’m going to be okay.”  When the truth is, I’m not.  The perfect little fairy tale I’ve yet again created in my pretty little head begins to play out until its inevitable devastating end.  Then I sit there in tears, alone again, wondering what just happened as another guy exits stage left and the curtain falls.

I knew it even as we were standing there “just talking” that I would fall for him.  I guess it didn’t take much those days; seeing I had been single for what seemed like forever!  But I really liked Nick.  Besides being handsome, he had this truth about him that I admired.  A truth that I sometimes wish I was brave enough to muster up the courage to embrace.  A truth that isn’t afraid to just be—to just live in the moment.

I can’t say that I’ve ever just lived in the moment.  It seems like every move that I make is somehow carefully orchestrated.  It’s like I’m just playing a role in a play, reciting lines, waiting for a response from the audience.  If I perform well then maybe, just maybe I’d get a round of applause or even a standing ovation.  But usually it’s just the same old thing, a quiet house—an audience of one!

Who am I kidding?  There is no one sitting somewhere thinking about me.  There is no one waiting for my call because they just want to hear my voice.  There is no one anticipating seeing me again just for the chance to be near me.  There is no one longing to feel the warmth of my skin.  There is no one.  Yet, the fairy tale plays on in my head never skipping a beat or missing a line.

Maybe I am crazy?  Or at least a glutton for punishment?  Because who in their “right” mind would allow such foolishness to exist?  I mean, why keep the fantasy going if you know it’s not real? Or have I become so used to the fantasy that I can’t distinguish it from reality?  In which case I definitely need some help! I mean like, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up,” call 9-1-1 help!

Maybe I’ve fallen out of touch with reality or maybe I’ve just fallen out of touch with love. I don’t think I’d mind the latter. We seem to never ever be on the same page at the same time anyway.  It’s almost laughable.  It’s like it dares me to even have the inkling of interest in someone or to even venture out to make myself known—then SMACK!  Smack down right on the canvas.  Another love T.K.O.  That’s right Teddy!  Here’s yet another blow to my already ailing heart and another shot to my weakening esteem.  Way to go love!  But like a fool, I keep coming back for more, hoping, wishing and praying that this time, it will be different – that this time, love will actually love me back.

So, when Nick called earlier that day to say that, “we need to talk,” in my heart of hearts I knew it was the end.  But the ever optimist in me, you know that “happily ever after” fairy tale thing I have going on, was actually hoping for a slightly different outcome.  It was hoping for what was behind door number “2”—a romantic proposal or even door number “3” – a verbal declaration of his undying love for me.  But the likelihood that door number “1 ”was the winner—“I think it’s best if we go our separate ways,”  was looming in the depths of my heart.  Reality sucks!

Am I a fool for believing that I am worthy of love?  Okay, so don’t get all super-spiritual on me right now.  I know I have the ultimate love—God’s love.  Believe you me, if it wasn’t for HIS unconditional love I wouldn’t be able to write this.  But for real, I mean the love of another.  Is it too much to ask or desire to be loved for who I am?  Or is “who I am” too much for anyone to love?

I know in the past I’ve been told I was too independent and I believe I’ve worked on that by asking for help and not thinking that by asking, I was somehow “less than” or would be viewed as “weak”; and also by letting go of that need to be in control. I mean, I was so used to doing things on my own and in my own way, that I didn’t realize I had created this huge pitfall in my relationships.  And whenever anyone stepped over the line to try to help me, into the ditch they’d fall.  I didn’t know how much of a problem it was until one of my exes had the courage to tell me the truth.  Thank you Marcus.  I needed that one!

But what about now?  I mean, I’ve been working on myself for years and I’m so not the person I was five years ago, let alone, last year.  I am constantly learning and correcting as I go, but who isn’t?  So, why am I yet on the verge of another “You’re perfect, but not perfect for me” speech!

Now I know what you’re going to say. “God is preparing the perfect guy for me. Right?”  or “Love is just around the corner!”  And I thank you for your heartfelt well wishes.  I do.  But I’m just thinking, either God lost the blueprint for this “perfect guy” or this dude has absolutely no sense of direction, because apparently he’s around the wrong corner!

I imagined Nick would be different.  He would be the one to rescue me from the hell of singleness I had grown accustomed to and whisk me off into the glorious light of coupledom!  We’d be that couple that others admired and wondered how we kept the love alive in our relationship.  We’d travel the world together, exploring different cultures and exotic cuisines, all while giving back to the communities we traveled to through charity work.  We would be awesome together!

If there was something to talk about, Nick was pretty comfortable discussing it right then and there.  So what on earth could this be?  Could it be something that he’s actually sat and contemplated about?  Yikes!  Has he been secretly analyzing my every word and now ready to call me out as a farce? A pretender?  A hopeless dreamer? Did he take a peek behind door number “2” or door number “3” and decide I was completely loony?  Have I reverted back to my old ways? Or did I share too much too soon or not enough?

If experience has taught me anything, it was that this wasn’t a good sign; however, in my fairy tale, all was well in “Nina Land”.  All that experience was wrong!  But when I heard the booming knock at the door, my heart sank as it began to race.  This was it.  I let out a big sigh as I unlocked the door and opened it.

Sweetly Broken follows the life of its narrator Nina Sanders, as she navigates through one of life’s most challenging feats—falling in love.  Her open and honest assessment of life and her own personal struggles invite the reader into her world that is often times ridiculous, funny or downright outrageous.

About the Author: I’m a Chicago native currently residing in sunny California!  I am a proud auntie of three amazing nephews and one fabulous niece.  In my spare time, I can be found watching a movie, reading or writing.  I am currently working on my first self-published title, with hopes of more to come!


Friday’s Featured Writer: Tory Harvey

Happy Feature Friday, everybody! For our second guest author, I am pleased to introduce you to my dear sister-friend, Tory Harvey. I know you’ll enjoy this reflection on God’s brilliant artistry. Please leave your comments and encouragements below.

Tory Sunset

Morning canvas – soft, forgiving

Casts warm rising glow on frosted cars.

An ephemeral pink flood replaces sidewalks,

And orange lenses my eyes.

Washing over land and me with hues too beautiful for the eye.

Soft serenity, welcoming dawn

Gives way to sharp-edged, mirrored clouds

Reflecting the stark harshness of the coming day.

About the Author: With an unquenchable wanderlust, Tory can often be found traveling the far reaches of the world, documenting its beauty with her camera and notepad. When she’s not traveling, Tory likes to explore new hiking spots, beaches, and restaurants. She just finished her Ph.D. in Education and currently teaches in the Teacher Education Program at UC Santa Barbara.

Tory Harvey


Friday’s Featured Writer: Rayvell Snowden, Sr.

Happy Feature Friday, everybody!! As promised, I have a very special written piece to share with you today that is sure to touch you deep down in your heart. I am delighted to present our inaugural guest writer – my dad. Please, leave your comments and encouragements below!

Grandma Winnie and Daddy

Mom and Me
Rayvell Snowden, Sr.

Sitting there watching her and listening to her shallow breathing, I was reminded that she was only fourteen years older than I.   My mind took me back to my earliest memories of the two of us.

I guessed that I must have been three or four years old.  But the memory seemed as fresh as the day it happened.

“Rayvell, sit down baby. Momma don’t want you to fall off.”  I was standing on the end of her cotton sack in the cotton field.  She was pulling cotton, and as she pulled up to the next group of cotton stalks to pull the cotton bowls and put them in the long cotton sack that was strapped over her shoulder, I sat or stood on the end of it pulling what cotton was within my reach.  I’m sure, looking back now that I was no help to her at all but it kept me busy and out of her way.

Funny things that I know now as I sit here reflecting on those moments that had no meaning for me then…  As an example: I would learn as we traveled around following the cotton harvest that there is a difference in pulling cotton and picking cotton.  In Oklahoma we pulled cotton (taking the entire bowls) and in California we picked cotton (taking the cotton out of the bowls).  Looking back now I’m sure that was a hard time in my mother’s life, but I never remember her complaining about it.

Now as I sat watching her laying there not able to speak or to move I felt such overwhelming love for her.  I also realized that I had never made a point to tell her in unmistakable terms how much she had always meant to me.  I wanted to tell her and hold her.  Why hadn’t I ever told her?  I tried to convince myself that in my thirty three years I must have told her, but why couldn’t I remember? I did remember that on a very few occasions she had hugged me and told me that she loved me, but in my embarrassment I pulled away from her.  I always knew that she loved me and I assumed that she knew that I loved her too.  However, sitting here now, I couldn’t be sure that she knew.  I experienced such pain in that moment, because until that moment I never really believed that she was going to die.  Oh, yes, the doctors had told us that she didn’t have much time left but we kept seeing improvement in her and I convinced myself that the doctors were wrong on this one.

At this time my siblings and I were taking turns sitting with her.  We didn’t want her to be alone.  I remembered that earlier in the day when most of us were there with her she opened her eyes and looked at us.  I knew that she wanted to speak to us but she couldn’t.  I saw a tear form in the corner of her eye as she looked at us.

Convinced now that the doctors knew what they were talking about, I watched her very closely. Several times during the night she stopped breathing for long periods of time.  I called the nurse in a couple of times to check on her. The nurse told me that at this stage, patients sometimes would stop breathing for long periods of time and then start up again. I didn’t want to see my mother suffer and at the same time I wasn’t ready for her to go. There was so much that I needed to tell her.  Why hadn’t I told her when there was time?  She was only fourteen years older than me.  Too young to die, and yet I knew that it was not in my power to stop it. I was thinking, she has been so good to us. She gave all she had to us.  Did all she knew to do for us and we could do nothing for her.

I sat there with all of these thoughts going through my mind and then I felt myself conceding to that old fear that I’d had in the past.  I remembered that my grandmother had died at the age of forty-one.  Now my mother was dying at the age of forty-six; maybe we were all going to die in our forties.  That’s about the time that life was starting to make a little since, but then it was over and we would die.  Why?  I just could not get my head wrapped around that concept.  What was the purpose of life anyway if we had to die as soon as life started to get good?  Were we just supposed to get married, have some kids, get a good job, buy a home and then leave it all for someone else?

My heart hurt; I was afraid and confused.  There had never been anyone in my life that I knew of who had beat those odds.   No one had ever gone to college or had a job, (aside from working in the fields). I didn’t know who to cry for — my mother, myself, or my younger brothers and sisters.

My attention was drawn back to my mother.  She was quiet but her breathing was ragged and labored.   I would be with her until morning when my sister would come and sit with her.  I found myself (to my surprise) wishing that she would not linger any longer.  I just didn’t want to see her suffer anymore.  I would stop being afraid and recognize that this time was precious.   There were no one else there and this time belonged to Mom and me.

About the author: Anyone who has had the privilege of a conversation with Ray knows that he is a well of wisdom. A lifetime of sometimes unbelievable but always amazing experiences has served all who know him very well — family, friends and strangers, alike. Although he is retired from the field of college education — he ran the Industrial Technology Department at Allan Hancock College for almost thirty years and his time there is decorated with countless accolades — Ray continues to teach one class each semester in order to continue imparting his life and work experience on the next generation. He is currently writing his memoir.

“Feature Friday February” trial month kick-off in one week!


Okay! So (clearly) not today, Friday, but next Friday I will be posting the first Friday Feature piece and I am really looking forward to it! I had planned on today but then I landed a production gig and, well, better to start a new thing in the new month, right? So next month is going to be a trial month for my guest publication campaign, just to see how many people would like to have their work posted. So I’ve decided to call it “Feature Friday February.” We’ll see how many takers we get and worst case scenario, you’ll get an extra post from me four weeks in a row! =) If you know anyone whose work needs to be seen by the world, send them on over!

**Submission instructions and more info in previous post!!

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Starting with the first Friday in February I would like to share one creative’s work with my followers and, by extension, the world wide web! Maybe you don’t have the desire or know-how to launch your own blog or website, or perhaps you are just venturing into the world of the creative and you want a safe place to wet your feet. OR maybe you just have one particular piece of creative expression that you are just burning to share with an audience. This is your chance to be published! My tribe of followers are mighty in spirit and I would love to share this creative journey with you all in a new way!

So, whether you are a follower, a stopper-by, or you know someone who should submit their work for others to enjoy, please, send it on! I have already chosen a very special piece for a Feature Friday preview post for this week and I know you will all be moved. You will not want to miss out on this opportunity to shine your light and have your voice heard! All ages welcome. I’ll be waiting with bated breath =)

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– your name as you would like it to appear in your post
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