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  • One in eight women in the United States will be diagnosed with breast cancer in her lifetime.
  • Breast cancer is the most commonly diagnosed cancer in women.
  • Breast cancer is the second leading cause of cancer death among women.
  • Each year it is estimated that over 246,660 women in the United States will be diagnosed with breast cancer and more than 40,000 will die.
  • Although breast cancer in men is rare, an estimated 2,600 men will be diagnosed with breast cancer and approximately 440 will die each year.
  • On average, every 2 minutes a woman is diagnosed with breast cancer and 1 woman will die of breast cancer every 13 minutes.
  • Over 2.8 million breast cancer survivors are alive in the United States today.

       Data provided by the National Breast Cancer Foundation

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Model Call for Healing Haiti? It is very heart breaking to see world tragedies take place anywhere in the world even if only one life was lost. We are however talking about Human lives, animal lives, trees stripped, homes demolished, and disease outbreaks. The devastation is insurmountable as the death count reached 1000. Healing starts with Supporting those survivors most effected which is why has start a campaign to help those in need with organizations that are being the most effective. All donations to the Betterment of Humanity Foundation are tax deductible. Go to page Model Call for the Betterment of Humanity


When She's Done, She's Done.' Art Installation and Photo Shoot By Darrin Keith Bastfield


October 29, 2016


Hello Muses! I am looking for 50 Topless Volunteer Models (You will only be showing your bare back). I am creating an art installation that will be both a photograph as well as a painting called 'When She's Done, She's Done.' This is will be an installation advocating for the ABOLISHMENT OF THE ELECTORAL COLLEGE. The women's vote has led the voting polls since 1964. The system is flawed as it has been evident in past Presidential Elections, so WE NEED CHANGE that will afford us a fair voting process so that our votes will truly count. If you are in Baltimore or will travel to Baltimore, I welcome you to participate in this artistic experience with me. Complimentary gift products will be given to all participating muses. Simple go to and Sign Up!

To Honor Both Poetry and Autism Month in April Is An Honor

By Regtuiniah 
My childhood wasn't all exactly in one place. We moved around a lot. But what did I know? I was a child. At 1 point we stayed in Brooklyn, New York temporarily with 1 of our aunties, supposedly during 1 of my baby years, according to what my stepfather told me before he passed. But those three 1's add-up to 3, so I'm claiming my 3 percent of Bk, hahaha. In Jersey City, however, some of the apartment buildings we lived in were torn down to the ground; declared to be uninhabitable living hazards. Jersey City had some rough areas and we lived in one of them, that we kept moving back into and out from, many times. I remember hearing about a lesbian who got killed, with her body found in two bags. One bag allegedly had only her head. My beloved Mom would let me look outside through the windows, but didn't allow me outside without her and I knew why. To protect us from possible strife among those buildings. But I digress. But it connects. Because at one point we moved to a nicer building (but moved out later since it, too, was torn-down as an uninhabitable building hazard) yet I always remembered our neighbors who lived just below our apartment. An older white woman lived there with her son only. I was a child, but I remembered not liking her much. Because I disliked how she treated her son with what I perceived as a form of 'dislike' toward him. I disliked how she treated him as if he was incapable of doing anything. I disliked hearing her yelling at him, since the floors of that old building seemed so thin. I disliked how she treated him as such an invalid, snatching him by the hand, grabbing his arms, although I understood her need as a mother to hold his hand when they walked outside together. However, he was extremely shy. He was more shy than I was. His behavior always appeared to be very obedient. So in my view at the time, the one who acted out a lot was her, not him. But hey, what did I know? Perhaps not enough. I was only a child. But I knew this. I was smart enough to anticipate the future and recognize something was going on. I felt his developmental skills and critical needs were possibly being stifled or interrupted, inviting a disastrous effect upon his growth potential later into adulthood. But again, I was only a child. My intuition could've been entirely wrong. She was a mother likely struggling with her own hardships and demons, hoping a bottle of alcohol would help her to cope, or make her forget; and seeing her with liquor made me cringe. But little did I realize at the time that her son likely had autism at a time when it wasn't making the media's national headlines and the Internet didn't even exist yet with its current support groups. All I remembered was how my compassion sided greatly with him at the time, over any possible mistreatment. As time evolved, I watched him grow taller than his Mom, as she would still snatch and grab his hand, always in a hurried fashion. As an adult, my compassion goes out to both of them. It is my hope they were able to still live wholesome lives. Autism is here, people. It's in our lives. One of the best things we better do is lend our compassion and help for what others are going through in their lives. Obviously our childhood years are our greatest formative years that do impact the rest of our lives. And during my childhood, I loved to read and write. I wrote poetry and non-poetry mystery novels, inspired by the Nancy Drew mystery stories authored by Carolyn Keene. Perhaps because as a child, so much of the world was still a fascinating mystery to me. The month of April has now been designated to commemorate both National Poetry Month and National Autism Month. Of course, no longer a child, but still being a poet...I offer this blog as a humble way of paying tribute toward the countless families that have been affected by autism. Y'all rock. If you are an Autism Mom, you rock. Autism Dads rock. And here is a poem written by another poet. With autism. And her poem rocks. Her name is Alanna Rose Whitney. Her poem is entitled "I’m Glad that I’m Autistic".

I’m glad that I’m Autistic.

I would never want to change.

My neurology defines me,

I’m delighted by my brain.

My unique perspective’s who I am,

I’m happy to be different.

I value my creative logic,

I’m glad that I’m Autistic.

While some decry disorder,

I decry allure.

Yes, Autistics are abnormal,

And exceptional for sure.

I am not “with my Autism,”

More than gender or humanity.

Self and psyche form no schism;

I am one with my neurology.

Autistic minds are wonderful;

Detailed, bright and sensitive,

Quick-witted and emotional,

If overly intensive.

Autistics are disabled,

Though by ableist society.

There’s nothing wrong with special needs,

And much with how they’re labeled.

Stronger senses spark my ingenuity,

Enhanced perception’s great.

Hyper-focus augments productivity,

And stimming helps me wait.

To screen out such assets

Or eliminate uniqueness,

Is wrong on many facets.

In fact, it leaves me speechless.

The spectrum’s vast and wide,

Moreso than many know.

It’s no simple line,

But a very broad rainbow.

Yes, some may need assistance,

Where others will excel,

While we diverge in how we’re different,

We unite in raising hell.

We are joined against the stigmas,

That we all wish to dispel.

Autistic people aren’t enigmas,

Not a pandemic to be quelled.

We each deserve love and acceptance.

Understanding us is the key.

We warrant both respect and deference,

Compassion sets us free.

Yes, I’m glad that I’m Autistic,

It’s the root of who I am,

Why I’m inherently artistic,

And feel as deeply as one can.

Candor, intuition,

And fervency are intrinsic,

This emblematical cognition,

Is why I’m glad that I’m Autistic.

(You rock, Alanna Rose Whitney). ? Sincerely, Regtuiniah.