In 1933, Morgan and Marvin Smith, twin sons of sharecroppers from Kentucky, arrived in Harlem. Despite the hardships of the Great Depression, they found a flourishing arts community and quickly established their place as visual chroniclers of the life of the city. For thirty years, the Smiths used their cameras to record the achievements of blacks in the face of poverty and discrimination. Rejecting the focus on misery and hopelessness common to Harlem photographers of the time, they documented important "firsts" for the city's blacks (the first black policeman, the first black women...
In 1933, Morgan and Marvin Smith, twin sons of sharecroppers from Kentucky, arrived in Harlem. Despite the hardships of the Great Depression, they ...
There are some things you can't get rid of...your favorite pair of jeans, the worn out teddy bear, that old boyfriend who won't stay dead. What's a girl to do? Simple, you run and hide. Better yet, ignore him. Right? Excerpt: I didn't know what was more dangerous-the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul. Did I like him? Yes. Had I dreamt about what his lips felt like? Only a dozen times, but he wouldn't make a good first boyfriend. He was too intense, too demanding, too hard to resist. The no column was soaring higher than a kite; however, it all came down...
There are some things you can't get rid of...your favorite pair of jeans, the worn out teddy bear, that old boyfriend who won't stay dead. What's a gi...
