#EvolutionofaHolyBadAss
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 write. I don't always write well, but I write daily. It is exercise. It is worship. It helps encourage the practice of discipline in my writing.
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.
“You know what I learned about fig trees? The roots are tenacious, even invasive. They do not give up. There’s a testimony there.”
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,
Have you ever not liked someone you loved? There are challenging relationships that call us to honor our core values. I'm committed to this... And I'll be writing 31 days of Liminality. Join me??
It's a new season...
Chelle A Wilson 
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