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My Grandson Spends Another Fatherless Year because of Lamar Bass

On December 26, 2005, my grandson's father was shot to death at the age of 16. People initially wanted to label it as a gang-related murder but because I was a journalist working on the story, I REFUSED to allow police to label it that way before they did a complete investigation.

One year later, the suspect was convicted, at the age of 17, and sentenced to life in prison. You can read more about the story as reported by WRAL NEWS Here's what the suspect has been up to since he was incarcerated:

Infraction Type
12/11/2014 PROFANE LANGUAGE
12/11/2014 ATTEMPT CLASS A OFFENSE
11/29/2014 DISOBEY ORDER
11/16/2014 DISOBEY ORDER
11/12/2014 DISOBEY ORDER
11/12/2014 ASSAULT STAFF/THROWING LIQUIDS
11/12/2014 ASSAULT STAFF W/WEAPON
09/11/2014 DISOBEY ORDER
07/21/2014 THREATEN TO HARM/INJURE STAFF
07/17/2014 PROFANE LANGUAGE
07/17/2014 THREATEN TO HARM/INJURE STAFF
07/17/2014 ASSAULT STAFF/THROWING LIQUIDS
07/17/2014 DISOBEY ORDER
07/17/2014 PROFANE LANGUAGE
04/13/2014 NO THREAT CONTRABA…

Playing Hooky with My Grandson

When you were growing up did you ever play hooky from school? I did once or twice that I can recall. Last week I decided to play hooky from work. I called it a "Mental Health Day." Lord knows, when you work in 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, 160+ hours a month, you need to take a break even when you aren't really sick. I chose to call out because my eight-year-old grandson had the day off and I just felt like hanging out with him.

Since he spent the night before at my house, I thought for sure he would take advantage of a sleep-in day but noooooooooooo! He had to wake up BEFORE 8am with a growling stomach. That meant I had to get up and make breakfast. That's what grandmas do.

I planned a fun afternoon that included lunch and a movie out of town. So what would we see? I wanted to see the movie with Melissa McCarthy and Bill Murray but my grandson was convinced that I wanted to see Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Never mind tha…

Just Call Me Mama Bev

"God can use you anywhere." That's what my good friend Cynthia keeps reminding me since I returned to the workforce last year. Sometimes I do believe she's right. But then there are other times when I question if God is actually using me there to bless others or trying to make me see the error of my past ways.

On the job, some of the young people call me "Mama Bev." Obviously they recognize that I am older and yes, I wear being a "boomer" "old school" proudly on my chest. At the same time, however, I am nurturing as I listen to them share their stories. In the year since I've been working, I have adopted dozens of new children---young people not much older than my own daughter---who have felt comfortable coming to me to share their joys, sorrows and drama. And trust me, they all have plenty of DRAMA!

I have seen the face of domestic violence in a young co-worker's eyes and have prayed with and for her. I've kept secr…