Always grace. Always advocate. Always hope.
A few weeks ago, Dave & I stepped into a cold, dingy, wooden, sterile court-room. I’d brought pertinent papers in a legal pad folder, with a soft, squishy front panel. We waited for so long that I ended up sitting on my folder because my butt bones hurt. Even to my behind, this room was […]
I have nightmares. I can gauge the rawness of the dream by how long it takes to feel like my normal self again. A garish nightmare will take days, maybe even a week to work through. A bad nightmare may take half a day at least. A bad dream, maybe 2-4 hours. Something someone else […]
I didn’t think I was marrying wrong. In fact, there was nothing at all wrong about my foray into marriage. When he got down on his knee with a beautiful platinum ring in hand he’d done so with the approval of his parents, my Ma, all our friends -mutual and individual- and his full-time Ministry […]
I’m so excited to guest post on Grace’s blog – and I hope you’ll find it worth your time to read it! (To make it easier, I’ll try to keep things short.) It won’t take long for you to notice that my writing style is different from Grace’s. She writes as the free spirit she […]
Yesterday, I shared how I need my blog to be different. Per my promise, today is pt. 2 in which, I hope I can explain why being a writer can kiss my bootay. One of the biggest revelations I had on my bloggy hiatus was this: I don’t want to be a full time writer. […]
Last week I read this post about why a white woman married a black guy. Per my usual racial related psychosis it brought up a flood of issues, but also inspired me to write why I married a white guy when I’d previously vowed I never EVER would… I’m sharing today over at A Deeper Story… […]
Or “in which I am a beloved failure,” OR “this is my defining moment, Y’all,” OR “I ate cliché’s for breakfast because the BEST IS YET TO COME!” On Monday I transitioned from the foundation I was working for. I’m not contractually able to say more than that, which in some ways, is a relief […]
Dave is my beloved. He is this surprising man who came into my life at such an unexpected time. Him. White. Funny. Über creative. He was there cracking me up, loving me through a raging storm. Will you be my beloved, he said. Yes, I will. I didn’t know how I, a beloved one, can […]
