Lamentations

The sad reality about America the Beautiful is that we are divided. Until we address the pain American racism continues to cause, to ignore it, particularly in the wake of such carnage, and in a church no less is, as Jon Stewart so beautifully put it, is to ignore "the nexus of a just gaping racial wound that will not heal, yet we pretend doesn’t exist."

I am not exceptional…

"The way you articulate your position...., you know, you're so articulate for a...." [expletive deleted] I speak like the people I know. Those I spend time with, those whom I love. Those who raised me, those who raised them, etcetera. English, well-spoken and well writ, is our first language. We go to college (we graduate). We're normal.

My censored prayers

I find myself so frustrated by the dearth of Grace practice by so-called Christians, that I'm inclined to profess my humanity on the regular. We are forgiven y'all, not perfect. (and you wonder why I wanna cuss?)

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 …

In a Sunday sermon, I heard the following… “When we turn to God, we are made whole.” That's when I understood. This part of my life is now complete. I am evolved, and I am not alone. I am emboldened by the tribe that surrounds me. My OneWord did not choose me, it birthed me.

#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 …

How to survive anything, and I mean anything.

I am comfortable with Maya Angelou’s characterization Father/Mother/God for several reasons, not the least of which is that some days I need a Father Figure, others the Compassion of a fierce and Omnipotent Mother, and other days when it does not matter. God is so much bigger than any box we could conceive.

Join me at The Mudroom

Today, I'm talking Race, Culture, Identity, and Faith over at my new home. I'm joined by brilliant women who make me want to dig deeper and reach further, and I thank God for the opportunity.

Lunch with my girl (or, the first blog I ever published)

It will be eight years ago this fall that I wrote and published this brave story. Brave because I hadn't ANY idea what I was doing except taking the advise of a friend that I trusted. I was obeying a call, and I am grateful. That obedience profoundly changed my life. I now write professionally for a living. I have grown, but I had to start somewhere.