A writer writes … Telling stories of heroes, including my own
This “holiday” of gratitude has a way of making you feel bad, like you ain’t got nothin’. No money to buy a stupid turkey. No family to go have a Hallmark dinner with. No friends who like you enough to invite you over. This day, and many holidays, while set up to be inclusive, are actually super exclusive. I don’t like that and the reason I don’t like that is because I don’t want others to feel bad. If this is you this year, don’t spiral.
I join you from our dining room table, where to my right, I look out our large picture window whereContinue Reading
I haven’t been able to write my blog lately. It is really eating me up. I put it on myContinue Reading
Writing is hard. And you know why? Because writing isn’t just about putting pen to paper. It’s about a wholeContinue Reading
It’s June 24th, my brother’s birthday. In honor of this special day, Matthew and I are debuting “Her Words, HisContinue Reading
So. We moved. I haven’t been able to write about it because honestly, my identity has been so wrapped upContinue Reading
I promised myself I’d commemorate Black History Month. It’s the last day, and I’m late. (But, can I really beContinue Reading
I don’t know why, but I am completely in awe and smitten by today’s numbering. 2.22.22! It is both excitingContinue Reading
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