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 …
Instead of imagining all that could go wrong, let's celebrate all that is already good.
I don't trust your drive-by prayers
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,
It's a new season...
Not Perfect, but Oh So Good Edition. I have entered a new season. I do not know all I will encounter here, but I do well know the me walking into it, boldly. Hella faithful, hella Black. I am an inherited pearls-wearing, locs-tossing, liberation-theology professing, African Queen. Mama & Daddy said so. I am beloved …
Don’t tell me not to be angry. I’m not accusing anyone of anything, so don’t, as my mama says, “get your butt up on your shoulders.” If it’s not your shame, don’t take it on.
Thursday Confessional -- the Peace Edition
Joy is a shield. Praise is a weapon.