“Wow, faces and spaces that resemble mine!” I thought. I was equally excited and anxious, because while I welcomed the cultural representation, I could no longer shake off the approach as “white people stuff.”
Intangible Gift
What brought me here, I mean right here typing this for you to read, is that while I sat back with a beaming heart, I was in fact sitting back, leaving my story unwritten, my thoughts untold, my legacy to fade away.
Heaven & Hell
...the moment the people of the “free world” elected a narcissistic racist bigot, the rest of the world didn’t stand a chance.
I Don't Need a Dad
I lived in this delusion for the majority of my life leading into young adulthood. Relationships were disposable (mostly to my advantage but more on that later). I found vulnerability as a sign of weakness and my independence as a weapon and a shield protecting me from disappointment that was bound to happen when I relied on anyone other than myself.
“May The Odds Be Ever in Your Favor.”
That quiet suffering in that small space between “I did it” and “I’m doing it.” That space where “what’s next” is a holding cell that’s locked and under 24/7 watch by your fears and misconceptions of life. It’s can be a scary place. A dark, and often lonely space.
Preparing to Die
How can you and I survive individually while prioritizing the Us? Wouldn't we be forever at odds between choosing what’s best for “me” over what’s best for “us,” hoping things would just work out so we’d never have to choose?
A Substance of Things Hoped For
“A substance of things hoped for evidence of things not seen” Hebrews 11:1 describes faith. But this is exactly how I describe “motherhood.”
