I jumped, praying that the ground would rise beneath me, or at least that mmt winds would erupt. Either way, I did not fall.
Requiem; Here and Gone I've said often, my grandmother lives in me. In many ways, I am more like my mother than my Granny, but Lucille lives in me. I Love Fiercely It was always clear to us that we were sheltered. We were bathed in the glow of her pride, the warmth of her …
Your inner child, the God in you, has always been right, and right there, waiting for you to say, "Yes."
Wrestling Back My Peace In crisis, how do you define your faith? Having weathered multiple storms, I've learned... WARNING-you may need to clutch dem pearls… Fb/the idealist Everybody can't handle storms. When they come, if I ain't crying, nobody else gets to. I Do Not Have Time to Hold any Hands. It means that ish …
I don't trust your drive-by prayers
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.
I don't regret taking our children apple-picking, but it was a hilarious conversation. It made me aware of my privilege.
I don't care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
I grew increasingly uncomfortable, feeling the weight of impending doom. The experience started out so well. A Passover with friends, and then,
What are we celebrating?