Each morning, I give thanks that I have earned a tomorrow, but I’m neither waiting nor wasting. Our present is all we have, and even that is not promised.
31 Days of Liminality
31 Days of Liminality
I don't regret taking our children apple-picking, but it was a hilarious conversation. It made me aware of my privilege.
31 Days of Liminality
Go where you are celebrated...
Thursday Confessional
Sometimes loving someone means you do so at arms length. Sometimes there is so much stuff between you, the chasm grows too wide. Sometimes somebody is unable to receive what you offer. Love anyway.
Thursday Confessional
It's a new season...
Thursday Confessional
Not Perfect, but Oh So Good Edition. I have entered a new season. I do not know all I will encounter here, but I do well know the me walking into it, boldly. Hella faithful, hella Black. I am an inherited pearls-wearing, locs-tossing, liberation-theology professing, African Queen. Mama & Daddy said so. I am beloved …
Thursday Confessional
My ancestors, my loves, and my prayers are gathered safely behind a sturdy wooden door. This place is my soul's center.
Thursday Confessional
More and More Gratitude Edition 1. Mama will soon have all her checks in the nest, briefly. 2. They bring tales of their travels, their experiences, their getting on, without us. 3. I do not want them back; but I appreciate having them around. They are no longer babies. 4. They taught me as much …
Thursday Confessional
Answering Our Forgotten Prayers 1. When my career was in free fall, I started writing to have something to do. 2. More than merely cathartic, it became my operating system for processing my world. 3. I love writing. 4. I rarely go a day without writing, or ideating about it. 5. When it came time …
Monday Musings
Joy is a shield. Praise is a weapon.
Chelle A Wilson 
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