Tameka “TJ” Jarmon Hildreth

Believer • Writer • Poet • Reader • Radio DJ • Bama Alum • Former Girl Singer in a Band of Boys (NEW • Twitter deleted old account deactivated 30+ days)

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@KerryGoode You’re a nut! 😆

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May her pockets never run dry

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We are heartbroken to share that Kiki Shepard, longtime co-host of “Showtime at The Apollo,” has passed away at 74. 🕊️

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@bjordanfiles Congratulations, #BoldBrilliantBrother! 👏🏽

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@sheistyler I see it for you, sis.

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@AdamKinzinger An absolute waste of money.

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@gunsnrosesgirl3 He almost made it to the end of the runway. 😆

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@TizzyEnt You are the best.

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@mymixtapez Sad. Smh.

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@MCDiamand22 @gunsnrosesgirl3 Better safe than sorry.

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Preach!

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Goodnight, #DAngelo

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Rest In Peace D'Angelo, a true titan of soul. We are eternally grateful for his track "Unshaken" which will forever be an enduring part of the legacy of Red Dead Redemption 2.

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Goodnight, #DianeKeaton. RIP.

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Here’s the video of the moment she was pulled off the call and the reaction from @CoryBooker

[Kerry Goode @KerryGoode]

It seems like every other week, someone’s handing me an award.

A plaque. A standing ovation. A headline.

I’ve got the accolades. The applause. The full calendar.

The polished legacy that says, “He made it.”

And I’m grateful—truly.

Because every honor carries the fingerprints of the people who poured into me.

My mama’s grit. My daddy’s steadiness.

And the kind of front porch wisdom you only get from elders who’ve lived through storms and still know how to laugh.

The Town Creek roots taught me how to stretch a blessing and never waste a gift.

But even with all that, I find myself asking:

Am I the person I think I am?

Because applause fades.

Calendars clear.

And legacies, if we’re not careful, can become monuments to self instead of movements for others.

So I ask—not out of doubt, but out of desire.

Desire to stay grounded.

To stay honest.

To stay in step with the God who called me long before the world started clapping.

I want to be more than admired—I want to be aligned.

More than celebrated—I want to be surrendered.

Because the real measure of a man isn’t in the awards he receives,

but in the peace he makes, the lives he lifts, and the truth he walks in when no one’s watching.

So today, I lay down the applause and pick up the question:

Am I becoming the man God sees when He looks at me?

Not the polished version.

But the prayerful one.

The peacemaker.

The servant.

The son.

And if you’re asking that same question, know this:

It’s not a sign of weakness.

It’s a sign you’re still growing.

[Kerry Goode @KerryGoode]

Growing up in Town Creek, we didn’t have much—but we had trust, the kind you couldn’t buy. A few stores let folks buy on credit, not with cards or interest, but with your word and your name.

I’ll never forget watching Mama walk into the store, gather groceries, and say to the man behind the counter, “Put it on my bill.” No questions asked. He wrote it down in a little book, and she walked out like she’d paid in full. That phrase—“Put it on my bill”—felt like magic.

My brothers and I took that magic and ran with it. For two weeks, the younger boys went to the store, picked out what they wanted, and walked out saying, “Put it on the bill.” They thought they’d found the secret to abundance.

Then Daddy called us in. That day, I learned two things I’ve never forgotten.

First, I learned the difference between cash and credit. Just because something feels free doesn’t mean it doesn’t cost somebody something. Mama’s bill wasn’t magic—it was sacrifice. It was trust earned over time.

Second, I learned that whom the father loves, he disciplines. Daddy didn’t yell or shame us. He taught us. He corrected us. And that discipline was love in action.

Now, when I think about grace, I think about that store. I think about Jesus, who looked at our debt and said, “Put it on my bill.” He paid for what we couldn’t afford. He covered what we couldn’t carry. Not because we earned it—but because He loves us.

But grace isn’t permission. Just like Daddy taught me, love comes with accountability. The Father disciplines those He loves—not to hurt us, but to heal us. To grow us. To remind us that our name matters, our choices matter, and our walk should reflect the One who paid our bill.

[Tameka “TJ” Jarmon Hildreth @TJarmonWrites]

@KerryGoode You deserve each and every single honor, dear cousin. Roll Tide!