Despite my treatment (and the millions of those like me) by this country, even as my voice (and at times my body) trembles, I rise, asserting my rights. I display the flag upside down. I am in EXTREME DISTRESS.
We Are Not Okay-Flag Day 2020
Sabbath. Warfare. Balance.
I’m Over My Stubborn Faith-A Lenten Devotional
I truly wish that I was a more trusting child. Sadly, I am not. I'm going to require a little extra work, but I know You. I fully understand that I am just a moment in Your Eternity, and that You can be patient with me.
Yes, I Saw That. No, I Won’t Forget
Whenever I am forced to slow down, I collapse. I remain vigilant, though. Let's be clear....yes, I saw that, and no, I won't forget it.
31 Days of Liminality
I don't care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
31 Days of Liminality
Go where you are celebrated...
Thursday Confessional
What are we celebrating?
Monday Musings
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. …
Thursday Confessional: I Can be a Curmudgeon
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.
Redefining Who I Am
Black like the night, deep like the seas, perfectly made, Imago Dei. This is who I am. Get used to it.
Chelle A Wilson 
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