<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2025 15:14:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Matters of the Heart</category><title>A Shady Haze Of Grey</title><description>Life’s not black…not white…it’s a shady haze of grey….</description><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-4794735111714559206</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2015 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-10T18:01:54.509-05:00</atom:updated><title>AN OPEN INVITATION...</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot; Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you who you are&quot;&amp;nbsp;Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin




Today I quit life...



Let me say that again…I
QUIT LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Quit, checked out, sleep, not taking any messages- describe it how you want, just know that I am gone.

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I seriously just can&#39;t
anymore.

I&#39;m over
everything!</atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2015/02/an-open-invitation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-4713666721678150336</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Oct 2013 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-14T14:44:59.306-04:00</atom:updated><title>TO CUFF OR NOT TO CUFF? THAT IS THE QUESTION...</title><atom:summary type="text">
“A hibernation is a
covert preparation for a more overt action” Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

This morning as I snuggled myself deep inside my comforter trying to squeeze out
a measly 10 more minutes of shut eye, I made the grave and pressing realization
about my current situation, first and foremost, I really need a warmer comforter (I
mean who was I kidding). Secondly, somehow I missed cuffing</atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2013/10/to-cuff-or-not-to-cuff-that-is-question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-979663132633473166</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Oct 2013 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-04T17:04:54.266-04:00</atom:updated><title>EQUILEBRIATE: SHADY WORD OF THE DAY</title><atom:summary type="text">
Drinking is an emotional thing. It
joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being
the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against
the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you&#39;re
allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It&#39;s like killing
yourself, and then you&#39;re reborn. I guess I&#39;ve lived </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2013/10/equilebriate-shady-word-of-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-519685859171726129</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2013 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-29T16:29:13.478-04:00</atom:updated><title>THIRTIES ARE THE NEW THIRTIES.... </title><atom:summary type="text">
Age isn&#39;t how old you are but how old you feel.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Gabriel Garcí­a Márqu





I am 37.



Thirty- Seven.&amp;nbsp;



THREE-SEVEN!



Just let that sink in a bit….



THAT’S 3 YEARS UNTIL FORTY! FORTY! FOUR-ZERO!!!!!!



So to say that I’m not taking this birthday well is an….ummm…understatement.&amp;nbsp; I’m soooo not adjusting well at all!&amp;nbsp; It’s so bad that it has taken me almost a </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2013/08/thirties-are-new-thirties_29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-4497826299256360356</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2013 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-29T16:28:35.457-04:00</atom:updated><title>THIRTIES ARE THE NEW THIRTIES.... </title><atom:summary type="text">
Age isn&#39;t how
old you are but how old you feel.”&amp;nbsp; Gabriel Garcí­a
Márqu






I am 37.



Thirty- Seven.&amp;nbsp; 



THREE-SEVEN! 



Just let that sink in a bit….



THAT’S 3 YEARS UNTIL FORTY! FORTY! FOUR-ZERO!!!!!!



So to say that I’m not taking this birthday well is an….ummm…understatement.&amp;nbsp; I’m soooo not adjusting well at all!&amp;nbsp; It’s so bad that it has taken me almost a month
</atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2013/08/thirties-are-new-thirties.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-5608262707469790195</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jun 2013 06:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-02T02:54:18.551-04:00</atom:updated><title>THE IRREFUTABLE TRUTH</title><atom:summary type="text">
&quot;Underneath my outside
face,

There’s a face that
none can see.

A little less smiley,

A little less sure,

But a whole lot more
like me” Shel Silverstein



Hi,



My name is Nika, no, that’s not my government name, but it
is a nickname I&#39;ve gone as my entire life. &amp;nbsp;I’m 5’6 and ½.&amp;nbsp; Yes,
the ½ counts.&amp;nbsp; I have dark curly hair.&amp;nbsp; I’m a dark
skin, African-American girl from the </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-irrefutable-truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-6388907361352167511</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-26T20:38:34.119-04:00</atom:updated><title>FOR COLORED GIRLS WHO HAVE CONSIDERED A HYSTERECTOMY WHEN THE MIDOL WASN’T ENUF</title><atom:summary type="text">

&quot;Whoever came up with
the term, &#39;Have a happy period,&#39; needs to be taken&amp;nbsp;outside,
force fed Midol, and&amp;nbsp;shot with&amp;nbsp;tampons.” ~Anon



Dear…..





Male Gynecologist,


When I came to you in tears regarding my excruciating cramps
and you looked at me and said “unfortunately, that’s one of the symptoms that come
with your periods”, did you think my 30 plus year old ass&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;</atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2013/03/for-colored-girls-who-have-considered.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-456203179702063217</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 21:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-26T14:00:52.617-05:00</atom:updated><title>THE FACTS OF LIFE….</title><atom:summary type="text">Good Times.
Any time you meet a payment.
Good Times.
Any time you need a friend.
Good Times.
Any time you&#39;re out from under.

Not getting hassled, not getting hustled.
Keepin&#39; your head above water,
Making a wave when you can.

Temporary layoffs.
Good Times.
Easy credit rip offs.
Good Times.
Scratchin&#39; and surviving.
Good Times.
Hangin in a chow line
Good Times.
Ain&#39;t we lucky we got &#39;em
Good </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-facts-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-7493658577590188434</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2013 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-06T08:46:15.103-05:00</atom:updated><title>THE QUEST FOR HAPPINESS…</title><atom:summary type="text">



&quot;The little blue engine looked up at
the hill.
His light was weak, his whistle was shrill.
He was tired and small, and the hill was tall,
And his face blushed red as he softly said,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”



So he started up with a chug and a
strain,
And he puffed and pulled with might and main.
And slowly he climbed, a foot at a time,
And his engine coughed as he </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-quest-for-happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-3912507774316752388</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2012 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-21T14:21:57.995-05:00</atom:updated><title>DEAR SANTA CLAUS...</title><atom:summary type="text">



“I
believe... I believe... It&#39;s silly, but I believe.&amp;nbsp;“ Miracle on 34th
Street




Dear Santy,



Let me first start by saying, I don’t believe in you.&amp;nbsp; I haven’t since I was a kid. My sister ruined
it for me as most older siblings tend to do. &amp;nbsp;Every Christmas she would make me plot on how
we would catch my grandfather putting out gifts, and although the group plan
was fun, it </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/12/dear-santa-claus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-4249008630300976817</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2012 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-20T17:02:51.097-05:00</atom:updated><title>HOLIDAY SURVIVAL TIPS: STEP TWO-THE ART OF GIVING</title><atom:summary type="text">







“Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn&#39;t come from a store.

Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!” &amp;nbsp;-Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas





Alrighty folks, we’re in the home stretch, Christmas is near
and now is the time to start talking gifts. Well, that is of course if you’re
that lame person, who bought gifts last month then, never mind, but if you’re a
Late </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/12/holiday-survival-tips-step-two-art-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-6149158845738888637</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2012 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-11T09:21:38.764-05:00</atom:updated><title>HOLIDAY SURVIVAL TIPS: STEP ONE</title><atom:summary type="text">
“Christmas isn&#39;t just a day; it&#39;s a frame of mind.” Kris Kringle Miracle on 34th Street



When most people think of the holidays they think of joyous occasions, family, fun, love, warmth and any other overly sappy adjective, I do not. HAHAHA Don’t get me wrong, I love the holidays but my views are different based on my experiences.&amp;nbsp; I’m from a divorced family where my parents literally </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/12/holiday-survival-tips-step-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-5211302699207617912</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2012 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-28T16:16:46.852-05:00</atom:updated><title>POWERBALLIN&#39;</title><atom:summary type="text">




I&#39;m so bossy, b*tch get off me

Trick get off me, you can&#39;t get sh*t off me

I&#39;m so flossy, no 6&#39;s on Sprees

Laid back, Maybachs, don&#39;t even talk to me ~Jay-Z “Ignorant Sh*t”



Dear friends,



Please allow me this moment in time to apologize. &amp;nbsp;Yes, Yes, Yes to apologize. &amp;nbsp;To whom? Well…to you. &amp;nbsp;Yes, to you my friends. &amp;nbsp;For what you may ask? For what is to come when I </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/11/powerballin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-5625997459337871697</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2012 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-28T08:53:18.403-05:00</atom:updated><title>A VERY NIKA THANKSGIVING</title><atom:summary type="text">



“Nobody loves me, nobody cares,

Nobody picks me peaches and pears.Nobody offers me candy and Cokes,Nobody listens and laughs at me jokes.Nobody helps when I get into a fight,Nobody does all my homework at night.Nobody misses me, Nobody cries, Nobody thinks I&#39;m a wonderful guy.So, if you ask me who&#39;s my best friend, in a whiz, I&#39;ll stand up and tell you NOBODY is!But yesterday night I got </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-very-nika-thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-1258316743168999053</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2012 21:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-08T16:51:37.973-05:00</atom:updated><title>A POEM BY NIKA</title><atom:summary type="text">



&quot;Those who do not
weep, do not see.”&amp;nbsp;― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables




Once upon a time there was a young lady who cried,

She cried so much people thought certainly someone died!

It&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;that she cried because she was sad…

It&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;that she cried because she was mad…



She&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;in pain…

And she certainly&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;cry in vain

Yet this young</atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-poem-by-nika.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-1309411012529048796</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2012 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-28T08:55:55.351-05:00</atom:updated><title>THE LEADER OF THE HOT SAUCE REVOLUTION </title><atom:summary type="text">

“The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox in 4 parts without commercial&amp;nbsp;interruptions...” &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Gil Scott-Heron






Hello loves!



I thought I would do a post about the election, but I’m so emotionally invested, I just can’t.&amp;nbsp; I can’t bring myself to make light of it, because it’s way too serious. &amp;nbsp;Moreover, I can’t </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-leader-of-hot-sauce-revolution.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-7765926502726288437</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2012 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-31T22:00:21.179-04:00</atom:updated><title>MYTHBUSTER, MEN’S EDITION</title><atom:summary type="text">



“Here&#39;s all you have to know about men and women: women are
crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are
stupid.” George Carlin




A few weeks ago I did a mythbuster post about the women, so
it’s only right that I do one on the men.&amp;nbsp;
Yes, Yes, Yes I know, you’re thinking “what do I know about busting
myths about men?” and to be quite honest, probably </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/10/mythbuster-mens-edition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-2508409368424995467</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2012 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-18T17:04:35.957-04:00</atom:updated><title>THROWBACK THURSDAY: “YOU&#39;VE GOT THE JUICE NOW…”</title><atom:summary type="text">
Come get me, that&#39;s if you want to sip the juiceCause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safetyCause alot of ni**az hate meComing out of the building, they set me upSprayed with automatics, they wet me upIn a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edgeI guess I didn&#39;t know the ledge....Eric B. and Rakim “Juice”



“You don’t know what people are going through.”

This simple statement has </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/10/throwback-thursday-youve-got-juice-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-1501586786378698882</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2012 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-16T19:29:41.565-04:00</atom:updated><title>SINGLE OR BUST!</title><atom:summary type="text">

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You&#39;re on your own. And you know what you know. You are the guy who&#39;ll decide where to go.~ Dr. Seuss.


Ever notice that we spend all of our time complaining about being single, moaning about being single, looking for someone so we’re not single but never once do we stop to smell the </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/10/single-or-bust.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-616328806842465788</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2012 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-10T10:28:48.444-04:00</atom:updated><title>MYTHBUSTER, WOMEN’S EDITION</title><atom:summary type="text">
“Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.” George Carlin 

Myths: an unproved or false collective belief that is used to justify a social institution

The other day in a very frank conversation with some of my girlfriends, we were discussing the differences between men and women and some of the “he said, she said” surrounding the two. &amp;nbsp;And hey men news flash, the same way you</atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/10/mythbuster-womens-edition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-5370797574523366160</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2012 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-05T17:33:44.724-04:00</atom:updated><title>THROWBACK THURSDAY: S.O.S : A CHILD&#39;S SILENT CRY</title><atom:summary type="text">
“&#39;Cause I&#39;m a karate man! And a karate man bruise on the inside! They don&#39;t show their weakness.” Billy Ray Valentine &quot;Trading Places&quot;






Y’all know how I feel about Throwback Thursdays, right? &amp;nbsp;I love, love, love them! So when I got up Thursday morning in my rush because you know I was late, I grabbed a bunch of photos to see which would trigger a memory for a blog post. &amp;nbsp;Sadly </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/10/throwback-thursday-sos-childs-silent-cry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAz6k-jCJX-Y6uZL5furMN4gyXiFMZl4qyBdFo2r7K-DNoNPwyuBcLs2XNRT5s-4-1d97uI1B2J-5H8AE2hyO5_7i-0QgIOxJBc7mrpEhEvhaOfr2w8tMuuUutzplCwxYzEkyMlMuXW2l/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-4959606443020871505</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-02T17:38:34.963-04:00</atom:updated><title>NIKA AND THE BRAIN: IT’S ALL SO COMPLICATED…</title><atom:summary type="text"> 

The Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I&#39;m pondering? Pinky: I think so Brain, but if Jimmy cracked corn, and no one cares, why does he keep doing it?&amp;nbsp; 


**Pinky and the Brain


**Just a little tidbit you should know about me especially for my new blog readers, new to this journey.&amp;nbsp; One welcome, two don’t question anything written here, just rock with it.&amp;nbsp; This stuff is </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/10/nika-and-brain-its-all-so-complicated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-6402539826917919200</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-13T15:46:43.609-04:00</atom:updated><title>THROWBACK THURSDAY:    1 WEEK….</title><atom:summary type="text">


“The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.” Thomas Paine

This week, I’m prepping for my god-daughter’s college tour.&amp;nbsp; We’re going to 8 schools in 5 different states in 5/6 days, truly exciting! There’s nothing better than encouraging our youth to pursue their dreams, but more importantly choosing the right college means everything! College is supposed to be the best years of </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/09/throwback-thursday-one-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-429840286939277080</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-12T11:54:39.041-04:00</atom:updated><title>THE VANISHING…</title><atom:summary type="text">
“Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.”&amp;nbsp; Carl Sagan


Dear Friends, Family, Countrymen, and City folk,



Please lend me your ear. I&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;complain speak a lot about New York City and express a lot of concerns about my residence here, please don&#39;t think this is another one of &quot;those&quot; times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And actually, I just want you&amp;nbsp;to know that it’s not </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-vanishing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1617059736041918711.post-835183968047609659</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2012 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-06T15:31:15.548-04:00</atom:updated><title>THROWBACK THURSDAY: FINDING THE VOICE WITHIN...</title><atom:summary type="text">


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fairAnd having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that, the passing thereHad worn them really about the same, 

And both that morning equally </atom:summary><link>http://hazeofgrey.blogspot.com/2012/09/throwback-thursday-finding-voice-within.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>