This year, and I've said this before, I'm taking NO Ls. I am reclaiming my my peace and my power.
Thursday Confessional
Thursday Confessional
This is the last day I'll ever be 55. I'm leaving the speed limit behind. As the song says, it's time to "Take the Limits Off."
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.
Once Again I am Breathing through Hot Water
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.
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. …
Redefining Who I Am
Black like the night, deep like the seas, perfectly made, Imago Dei. This is who I am. Get used to it.
You Weren’t Born This Way
Even in my evolving, liminal state, I do best to keep my mind and eyes open, and my mouth shut. That is one of Cara Meredith's lessons, far more gently put. Bridge building is an act of redemption, and I learned from her as I read.
