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I’m told that my great, great grandmother used to tell her kids that it’s important to celebrate life, so it doesn’t just pass you by. Her children believed her, and celebrated EVERYTHING, right down to the change of season. Then, … Continue reading
That statement is true. I am Black, and proud. And it’s not like I ever had a choice in the matter: The password to getting into my Aunt Frankie’s boogie wonderland of a bedroom was to give the Black power … Continue reading
My little girl and I were rocking in the porch swing and she asked me, “Know what I’m thinking about, Mommy?” “No, What?” “What is it like to be you.” “Huh.” “So, what is it like to be you?” I … Continue reading
What beautiful gardens you have! Ha. They aren’t my gardens. They were built by my mom, her mom, my dad’s grandmother, my uncle Jimmy, my friend Gail and a man I always called Mr. Fowler. I don’t know his first … Continue reading
I have the flu. I’ve done all the things I should to avoid it; and yet, here I am, wearing two sweatshirts and a hat indoors with a massive cup of tea at my computer, longing for the outside world. That’s … Continue reading
I just celebrated a birthday, and asked God for some guidance on the last day of a mini-vacation. No tablets or burning bushes would be necessary; I just wanted a little something to kick off my next trip around the sun. … Continue reading