What are we celebrating?
Thursday Confessional
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. …
I Do Church Differently Than My Ancestors Did
I don’t proselytize, I do not boldly declare, I just am. I live a life, wide open, fully committed to the Gospel as I understand it. It is natural. I am filled with a holy boldness, and a little bit dangerous, but only in the most beautiful and sacred way.
African, Educated, and Petty AF
If you're wondering about my current personal mantra, it's this, "I am my ancestor's WILDEST DREAMS."
