yes. I know it’s 2018. I’ve moved on, but I’m still a little salty…

I'm probably begging for trouble, but as I often tell friends, I'd have to borrow an F to give one. I am making my declaration. I may very well be "ghost" on social media tomorrow, the 2018 celebration of the life and legacy of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It's been a week, and …

#GentlyAngry-A Manifesto inspired by Romans 12:9-21

I believe in an Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent God, although the Perfect, Precise image of Him I envision may not be yours. Nonetheless, my faith is Unceasing. Continual. Powerful. Undeniable. Even as I question it. I am grateful to have arrived at myself. I believe in love, and that it is a verb. I declare that …

Old Year’s Night-This Year, There Will Be Fire

Having finally begun understanding whom I was in God, I began changing. Eviscerated, ground to fine dust, demolished beyond recognition, with nothing more than the salt from my own tears, I shed like an old skin the shards of what was. There was no more of me. And in the absence, after so many years, there was finally room for God. It was the time of my EVOLUTION. Evolution, however, was not the end of the story. The rest of the story will be told in the revelation of my 2019 One Word.

A Catholic and a Baptist Walk into an Episcopal Church…

Regret.  Should. Sometimes I believe the best way to articulate the power of relationship is to begin by defining all the expectations that it should never work. (side note, in addition to the “regret” I assiduously avoid, add “should.”) I describe my two best friends as the sisters I chose for myself; I know, God …

…just a narrative about my weekend (a guest post by M.K. Newton Wilson)

Time for mama to brag. My son, an emerging writer, has graciously offered to spend time working on his craft in my spot; Mama couldn't be prouder. I'm pleased to offer this first essay, a narrative on discovery. certain things occurred within me In all honesty, this is really just a narrative about my weekend, …