This year, and I've said this before, I'm taking NO Ls. I am reclaiming my my peace and my power.
Thursday Confessional
31 Days of Liminality
Your inner child, the God in you, has always been right, and right there, waiting for you to say, "Yes."
31 Days of Liminality
In making my peace with present-day matters of race, gender, and power in America; in finding a way through my disappointment, frustration, and fear, I had to embrace that as a woman of African descent in modern American, my life has very little value.
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
I don't care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
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."
