My First Book

So my first book is up for sale and dreams are slowly manifesting. Stay tuned and please support the arts and independent artists. This is the first of many, so stay tuned.

Book I

Ellament Images

By Rashida J. Reeves

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It's About That Time

So on Friday I got fired from the place that the last blog was about. Honestly I began to feel like it was a matter of time. I've come to the realization that I have even less patience then I thought I had and absorbing information like entire menus has no more room in my life-or maybe never did. If you remember, this was the same issue I had with another more known restaurant. Truth is, I don't give a crap what comes on a chicken sandwich or what type of cheese is in the "who gives a da*n" pasta- which is a clear sign that the only thing I need to be doing in a restaurant is being served and taking pictures. It's up to the rest of you to do your own research on what is going into your mouth.

Moving on... I've discovered that I can no longer work for anyone except myself. People just don't have basic manners anymore and really don't mind making others feel uncomfortable and I have no time for that. If I don't have to deal with it-I wont. So like any other dismissal in my past-it was written already (meaning it was supposed to be) and boy am I not arguing. So I am extremely excited about taking steps towards hustlin' my work in a form so true to this city-on the NY street! Nothin' stoppin' me. No one over my shoulder, no fake smiles, AAAAGGGGHHHHH! I'm lovin' it!!! I am very wet behind the ears though and am ALL ears for any advice on what to expect. I'm in the process of getting my sales tax id and while researching what it takes, I discovered artists no longer need a commercial vending license as of 1996. So once again we begin another adventure in my life. Thanks for ridin' with me...& believing in me.

Friedman's Lunch

This is where I work. Cool vibe, cool food, cool people. Come check us out.
Friedman's Lunch
9th Avenue btwn 15th & 16th St.
New York, NY

info@friedmanslunch.com

Hours
Mon.-Fri. 8 am - 9 pm
Sat. 10 am - 8 pm
Sun 10 am - 5 pm

The Installation of Reverend Norman Graves Sr.

Yesterday evening, my family and I traveled back to my home county in upstate New York to celebrate the installation of Reverend Norman Graves Sr. into the First Baptist Church in South Fallsburgh. I always find it an honour to be in his presence because of his calming spirit, something that I grew up with. A spirit that resided inside of my great aunt.
My aunt Rachel and Norman Graves have been married for 23 years. The tests they were given in this life turned into inspirational testimonies and would make the most stubborn atheist believe in...something. But my own expierience with his true generosity came when I was at a point in my life that I can only really describe as a dark period. I saw no light in my life and desperately took it upon myself to swallow twelve unknown pills and a codeine. After what seemed to be just hours in the hospital, my sister showed up along with Reverend Graves and my aunt Rachel to pray for me. Something they didn't have to do but something I would never forget. In heinsight-I feel that was a selfish thing for me to do. Had I stopped and realized that they had their own trials and tribulations, like the loss of their own son, my beautiful cousin Spencer, as well as an illness that left Norman hospitalized for weeks and the partial loss of his sight leaving him legally blind. But that's what spirits like his do. They are completely selfless.
Reverend Graves is also blessed with the gift to bring tears to your eyes when he sings. I remember when he and my aunt met in Friendship Baptist Church,they would always ask him to sing a solo which would inevitably get the congregation exhilarated and emotional. My Uncle Norman is a good man. My aunt Rachel is a good woman and all of their children, Norman Graves Jr., Julius Graves and the twins Elisha and Eleisha are beautiful and very special. I'm honored to be born into my family.
Congratulations Reverend and Sister Graves. You are loved








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