I don't care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
Go where you are celebrated...
What are we celebrating?
My husband brought these to my attention. Women of African descent in America are like desert flowers. We don't need your water. We thrive with or without your attention. We are uniquely beautiful. Come for us, lacking in sufficient care and consideration, and you will walk away remembering the experience, for better or for worse. …
Prayer, pre-dawn workouts, and sunrise-chasing walks with your dog are prescriptions for joy. When life eFs up your plans, yell "Plot Twist" and keep it moving.
Black like the night, deep like the seas, perfectly made, Imago Dei. This is who I am. Get used to it.
If you're wondering about my current personal mantra, it's this, "I am my ancestor's WILDEST DREAMS."
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."
This is about to be a series. I have a number of things to be pissed-off about where the Community of Faith is concerned, but I'll start here.