Monday, November 12, 2018

Birthday Wishes

Today is all smiles and celebrations especially for me.Today the Chief Executive Offer of Rattler Publishing, Vice Present of Gemini and my business partner David Rattler turns 51. For me its an even more special time because it marks recently I passed the 32yr mark of being his business partner and best friend....and as he's always says "It's been a funky ride" and I would add the journey continues. Wishing you the very best. I love you and you know its ride or die.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

MCR-Caribbean Presentation

Founder of Reyes Wine & Bakery, Radio Personality and Executive Director Denyse Reyes 

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Melanated Community Radio

Mcr is now on Mix Cloud just follow the link

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Security Alert update Suspension of the Caribbean lifted

At 4:45 PM EST Rattler Publishing and Gemini cyber security personal working in concert with Ms. Denyse Reyes (Executive Director of MCR Caribbean) traced the unknown url to a residence in Kingston Jamaica. After contacting Jamaican officials who recently reported to Rattler Publishing and Gemini of the findings.
We'd like to thank all who help in this intended hack.

Security Alert

This morning at 7:45 AM EST Rattler Publishing Security and Gemini Cyber Security alerted Rattler Publishing of possible intended fraudulent financial transactions through Melanated Community Radio building economic empowerment program. The plan we believe was to use MCR and gain access to financial records. The url captured by Gemini originated in the Caribbean. All transactions and personal connected to the MCR platform is either suspended and or terminated. The program;however will be reevaluated and scrutinize, before offered to melanated business again.

David Rattler
Rattler Publishing      

Sunday, August 5, 2018

A letter to me

Dear younger me:

Do you remember the first time we met? It was at the crossroads. Remember how we stood for what seemed like days pondering the path to take. I remember you telling me, as you pointed to the left and saying this way is crowded and even though there was safety in numbers, everyone looked the same and follows the same patterns. But I remember the unhappy expressions plastered on their phiz, as if they pondered their own individual worth based as they continued to sacrifice. Remember how we were thrown aback at the sight and how it seem like we didn't move for day, maybe even weeks,  watching them day after day, with pretty things, money, hearts filled with dreams they had not dreamed. Remember the words they spoke and it they confused us, it was if they read them from a script, one that purposely made us feel worthless, because we had no pretty things, our things were old and raggedy and sometimes torn.
Remember the day we choose a path with only a lantern in our hands to light the way. Remember how with tears in our eyes we tread through the storms while the others took shelter on back porches casting reflections and telling the stories not their own.
Remember how each day we prayed with tired feet and how our reflection, although; still a shadow took each step we took, with little money, and no pretty things, but our dreams are our dreams and our story, our story. Do you remember? I can.  It seems like only yesterday we stood at the crossroads, and even though we've made many steps since, cried many tears since that day suffered many trying times and heartbreaks. We've seen hope die in the darkest of the night and the coming of the dawn, but no matter the hills and valleys and with only a lantern to light the way we continue.  And I'd like to say how grateful I am to have taken the journey with you.
Thank you    

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

The Reflection of a Story

Confucius once said from birth to death is the reach of man, and that in time the pains of the heart will heal like wounds to the flesh. But if each year of our life is only a chapter in the novel of our lives, and like with any good book, we are left changed in some way. But now we must go on pass this moment; and although the tears of grief has descended; we must remember the masterpiece  our beloved son, brother, cousin, and friend crafted each day of his life. So let us recall each day how his story made a difference in the lives of others, and how at the story's end; he slipped the surly bonds of earth; on a journey through the stars; to touch the face of God.
Safe Travels
I love you