Closed Until Further Notice By: Honey B. Baker The last two years in my dating life
have been quite simply a disaster. I have been on a couple dates that made me
wonder when a camera crew was going to come around the corner. I have met dudes
who were full of potential and others who left much to be desired. Currently,
I am jaded, embittered, and tired. For the time being I want to be left alone.
My heart and my mind are closed until further notice. Over the past two years,
I have endured a series of stinging blows that have wounded me mentally,
spiritually, and emotionally. I need time to heal.
Foreword to "To Live, Learn, and Die in Halifax Co.":
I am a lifestyle writer not a journalist. I normally write about funny stuff: love, life, and a laughter. I like making people laugh not think; I leave that to serious people. When I posted this essay it wasn't to attack anyone and it wasn't to be attacked or chided in return. Normally my posts get about 100 views in a couple of weeks but within two hours of me posting this piece it had over 1000 views. Let me be clear, I am not an expert on schools, I am not an expert on taxation, I am not an expert on the finances of Halifax County. However, anyone with two eyes can look around and see that Halifax County is SUFFERING. I wrote this piece because I have seen the effects that our piss poor schools have had on my generation and all subsequent generations. I spoke about my grandmother's work ethic and her desire to see her children do better not to focus on her parenting. It was to focus on the fact that the text…