The Move (4) – 1 min. read

TanyaG

It has been a while since I wrote about the “The Move”. I had several people ask when I would be posting again so I thought this would be a great time to jump back into some writing (although I have been doing some major writing just not on my personal blog).

One major change that my husband and I decided is to do filming right out of our home so we purchased some “professional” lighting from Amazon, cleared some space in the living room and began learning more about producing content. Once I get everything set up, I will send pictures and of course a video of me and Ben.

But one of my most frequently asked questions is how is the business. Our section of Auburn Avenue/Old Fourth Ward is going through some changes. The largest renovation that I have seen is of the Wheat Street Towers which…

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The Book of Benjamin by Benjamin “Bigmouthben” Graham

TanyaG

Twenty-four years had passed since I walked off the campus of the University of Georgia. I had spent two and half years on this huge campus as a science major. The campus was beautiful and the massive old buildings that were spread over acres of land was more beautiful than I had ever seen before. For many reasons, this was a turning point in my life. One of the biggest was the introduction to a young man that after 26 years would be my husband. We both walked away in separate directions to live what we thought would be the best days of our young lives.

Fast forward to 2014- Sitting across from me in a downtown Atlanta restaurant and bar sits the young man that I left in college but this time something is different. Something went wrong. He is not the radio personality that I thought he would be. He…

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If I Wrote…

TanyaG

If I wrote from my heart…

Your body would shiver with pain.

If I wrote from my heart…

Your mind would speculate with confusion.

If I wrote from my heart…

Your lungs would struggle to find its next breath.

If I wrote from my heart…

Your veins would strain to feel the blood that flows through it.

If I wrote from my heart…

Your soul would bleed itself to death to find the reason why I was so silent.

© 2017 All words by Tanya Graham unless otherwise noted.

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