#EvolutionofaHolyBadAss
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 …
Each morning, I give thanks that I have earned a tomorrow, but I’m neither waiting nor wasting. Our present is all we have, and even that is not promised.
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 care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
What do you have to lose? Maybe everything, but what if you don't fail?
What if the best days were just ahead of the most bracing you've lived through?
I grew increasingly uncomfortable, feeling the weight of impending doom. The experience started out so well. A Passover with friends, and then,
Answering Our Forgotten Prayers 1. When my career was in free fall, I started writing to have something to do. 2. More than merely cathartic, it became my operating system for processing my world. 3. I love writing. 4. I rarely go a day without writing, or ideating about it. 5. When it came time …
Joy is a shield. Praise is a weapon.
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. …
Chelle A Wilson 
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