I am not exceptional…

"The way you articulate your position...., you know, you're so articulate for a...." [expletive deleted] I speak like the people I know. Those I spend time with, those whom I love. Those who raised me, those who raised them, etcetera. English, well-spoken and well writ, is our first language. We go to college (we graduate). We're normal.

Join me at The Mudroom

Today, I'm talking Race, Culture, Identity, and Faith over at my new home. I'm joined by brilliant women who make me want to dig deeper and reach further, and I thank God for the opportunity.

Lunch with my girl (or, the first blog I ever published)

It will be eight years ago this fall that I wrote and published this brave story. Brave because I hadn't ANY idea what I was doing except taking the advise of a friend that I trusted. I was obeying a call, and I am grateful. That obedience profoundly changed my life. I now write professionally for a living. I have grown, but I had to start somewhere.

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 …