My name is Dearest Price, one of the managers of Black Line News. I use to say I was an owner but I realized I can’t own a culture. I can’t own compassion to promote others. I can’t own Blackness. Over the years many people have said you will make a lot of money on Black Line if you just change the name. Well Black Line wasn’t created to ...

When I was forced to go through it alone,  I wrote,  Lost my husband, my money, my home,  I wrote,  Couldn’t find my way, my life I couldn’t condone,  I wrote,  Searching for God, many decades I’d roam,  I wrote,   Put to shame by new men that came in my life,  I wrote,  Became a side...

As a publisher I take pride in finding good, committed, genuine writers. During COVID, I battled sickness, domestic violence, homelessness and despair but still attempted to practice reciprocity and keep the business afloat. I separated the gritty work of the company from the inspirational stuff. I created training programs because there is no poin...

It was January 20th, 1986, 18 years after his death and the dream was still being deferred. It was during a time when the only songs MTV would play in Black culture were Michael Jackson and we stayed disillusioned in the lyrics of Billie Jean, being proud, “the kid is not my son”. It was when the crack epidemic wa...

Dear Self, Betrayal wrote me on New Years Eve and at first I had nothing to say. He called me by my old name, like my old school friends would yell down the way. They would rough me up on Saturday then by Sunday forget about it all. And to just be outside in the sunlight, removed any embarrassment of the fall. I o...

 "Our young people are the Preachers, Teachers, Prophets and Apostles that we have been looking for. We must begin to listen." ~ Dearest Entering the studio, you instantaneously knew you were somewhere special. I had the honor of attending a live taping at Dominion TV with my partner Katris Wright, the Toddler Teller. She is a vision...