Too Many Names to Hashtag

It's a brown liquor and blues kind of day. A day after which, like an exhausted toddler, I will collapse in a heap on the floor. Tantrumed out. Bereft of tears. BOF. Being a Black Girl Who Rocks is my superpower, but my cape hangs limp today. Precious Lord, I am tired. I am weak. …

My #Evolution is beginning to make sense

I attended a retreat this weekend. God prepared my heart in the weeks and days before, laying waste to my pride, casting out both my plans and my expectations, tilling the soil. I awoke that morning, expecting. These words bubbled up, remembered wisdom. Have you ever heard the sun come out in the morning? Did …

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.