The Trayvon Martin/Zimmerman case – What is the lesson learned?



 George Zimmerman’s acquittal in the trial of Trayvon Martin’s shooting death was received with mixed reactions by an American public that most agree is divided over the issue because of the underlying notes of racism.

The numerous protests demonstrate that a large number of people, especially African Americans, who are still outraged over the senseless murder of an unarmed black teenager, disagree with the verdict.  On the other side are those who believe Zimmerman acted in self-defense and probably laud him in private for getting rid of another “undesirable” …

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Can the Trayvon Martin tragedy spur a movement for conciliation?



I believe it can.

Somebody’s baby boy died in a senseless act of violence prompted by prejudice.  Another budding life chopped down because of a skin color that some associate with everything negative and undesirable.

Hasn’t it been proven time after time that color does not make a man or woman? Isn’t it true that underneath that thin layer of skin, what makes us all human is really all the same? Why then do we continue to experience tragedies like that of Trayvon Martin?

I thought back to two incidents involving racial profiling that took place over a decade ago when I lived in New York. In 1999 and in 2000, New York City witnessed the senseless murders of Amadou Diallo and Patrick Dorismond, innocent black men shot by over-zealous police officers who assumed they were suspects solely based on their “appearance.” Diallo was 23 and unarmed when four New York City plain-clothed officers fired 41 bullets at him on February 4, 1999. The officers said he fitted the description of a wanted suspect in a rape case. On March 16, 2000 Patrick Dorismond was approached by two undercover cops asking to purchase marijuana. Dorismond felt insulted that the men assumed he was a drug dealer. The cops never identified themselves as officers, but during an ensuing scuffle, one of them shot Dorismond in the chest and killed him.

Those events roiled the city and sparked numerous protests and marches. I felt so deeply moved by the injustice of it all I did what comes to me naturally when I can do nothing else. I sat down and penned the following words for a song “We Are One.”

        The other day a mother cried
My son she said has died in vain
Innocent blood was shed again
And still the lessons pass us by

When I went into the recording studio in early March of this year to work on my upcoming album “I Live by Faith,” I hesitated to add “We Are One.” How relevant is a song written twelve years ago that speaks of the perils of skin color when we have a black president in the White House?

     Today my brother dared to dream

        Was told he was not worth a thing
Cause of the color of his skin
Oh, what a life for one to bear

Another mother cried. Her son had died in vain. Innocent blood was shed again and till we learn to embrace the God-intended diversity of our human race, the tears will keep on rolling.

Why can’t we live together? Learn from one another. When will we learn to get along?” the lyrics wonder. In the midst of the public outrage and all the confrontation, the song offers a message of conciliation. “We all are one.”  


Friends, I say it’s time we do our part to eliminate the “R” word. Join the “We Are One” movement. Let’s put the ‘G’ to race. Let’s talk about grace instead of race.


“We Are One” – The song that promotes unity!
Dedicated to the memory of Trayvon Martin.

Stay tuned for iTunes, Amazon and youtube release week of 5/15/12.

As always God bless.

Danielle Coulanges
Author of “Cads, Princes, & Best Friends

Aging Gracefully – You’re never too old…


 A writer colleague recently asked me what my take was on aging gracefully and this is what I came up with.

    Aging gracefully is to accept the fact that your fifty year old body no longer matches the thirty-five year old that lives inside of you, while you still retain a sense of excitement about life. 

    The women who have difficulty with that concept react in one of two ways: give up or fight. When the physical changes start to occur-and they will – everyone experiences a bit of panic but individuals deal with that process differently. Some adopt a defeatist attitude and let themselves go.  They no longer care about their appearance and call themselves “old”.  Others fight aging by sculpturing, pinning and tucking their faces and bodies in a desperate attempt to retain the appearance of their youth.  Most often they end up looking unreal (Cat Woman for example). 

    A woman who ages gracefully on the other hand understands that aging is a natural part of life. She pays attention to what’s going on with her physically and emotionally and makes adjustment to smooth the transition. She eases into her new skin and retains her balance.

    I am now in my mid fifties, but with a healthy lifestyle of eating well and exercising I am  about the same size I was in my thirties.  Careful attention to my hairstyle and wardrobe help me appear a decade younger.  I’ve also accepted that some of the dreams of my youth may never materialize and I let go of the frustration. But most importantly I allow my inner thirty-five year old to retain her sense of wonder at the newness of life by exploring, learning and doing new things whenever possible.

About three years ago I switched careers after a downsizing. I went from a compliance manager in the corporate world to the education field as a school teacher. A side of me bemoaned the business of starting over at “my age” while the other was excited about learning and doing something new. That is the side I chose to embrace. Things change;  who knows what’s next. It’s all part of the big adventure called life.

    The motto “You’re never too old to…” is the formula for aging gracefully. Life is full of possibilities, so even with grey hair and a few wrinkles you can still make life interesting and do it with grace and class. 

Danielle Coulanges

Author of

“Cads, Princes & Best Friends, A Tale of Lust, Love & Redemption”
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Aging – The Reckoning


Good grief! A grey hair in my eyebrow? Quelle horreur!Tweezers please. Quick!

You probably guessed that I’m not from a recent generation. Who says “good grief” anymore? Okay, for appearances’ sake, let me start over.

OMG! A grey hair in my eyebrow! Whichever way you said it that sucker was coming out.

I promptly plucked it out, then chuckle at the thought of my husband’s experience with the same issue a few years back. Once a week or so he enlisted his then twelve-year old daughter to pluck the grey out of his eyebrows. That is until the grey hairs became so numerous he risked remaining eyebrow-less!

I was handling this aging business pretty well. I am blessed with youthful genes, have a figure only ten pounds heavier than my thirties and so few grey strands in my hair that I am perceived to be at least ten years younger than my actual age. But that grey hair in my eyebrow rattled me to the core. I am getting older and soon it will be obvious to the whole world.

Things are changing in spite of my best intentions. Hair is leaving the top of my head and re-appearing in less desirable places. Some body parts that I would prefer round are getting slim, while fullness has moved to spots I would prefer slimmer. Some of the changes are very subtle, like that slight dent that appeared in my forehead several months ago. I scrutinize my face and my body in the mirror, looking at those tell tale signs of aging and know that fast forward, two or three years from now there will be many more.  In five or ten years, if I’m still around, I’ll have the weathered look of one who’s been on this planet for more than half a century.

I paused.

Hey! Life is a continuing cycle made of all these different phases, right?

My skin will never be as smooth as it was when I was twenty five. My figure will never be the hourglass it once was; my hair will never be as full; my eyesight never as sharp and my energy level never as strong.

What I do have now is a better appreciation of things and a selective taste that maximizes every chosen experience. My mature skin loves the warmth of the sun, the caress of a soft breeze and the affectionate hug of another human being.  My hair welcomes the company of clipped on pieces when I need a glamorous do. My eyes still relish everything beautiful, inspiring and uplifting – with the help of glasses if necessary. I can no longer sustain a fifteen- hour day as I did in the past, so I try to make good use of every available minute.

Yes, I am changing. I am leaving behind my youth but not my youthfulness.

I’ve entered a new dimension and I am going to roll with it. This IS the new me.

Yes, I am a proud FF. I am FIFTY (something) and FABULOUS!

Danielle Coulanges
Author of “Cads, Prince & Best Friends, A Tale of Lust, Love & Redemption”





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This is the place where Danielle muses on a variety of topics. Most of the time I am thinking about life in general and the things that concern me most like faith, family, love, relationships, health, finances and aging. However, since the wheels in my head are always turning at warped speed, you never know what I may decide to share.  


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