…just a narrative about my weekend (a guest post by M.K. Newton Wilson)

Time for mama to brag. My son, an emerging writer, has graciously offered to spend time working on his craft in my spot; Mama couldn't be prouder. I'm pleased to offer this first essay, a narrative on discovery. certain things occurred within me In all honesty, this is really just a narrative about my weekend, …

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.

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."