I once thought the boogie man was a figment of Mama's imagination. I was scared of every sound at night, huddled in my bed sheets until Morning came with the light that saved me and made me feel safe. But, one day I found out that the boogie man was all too real. Mama had... Continue Reading →
Guilt and shame are like cages, Holding us hostages by their lies, Making us believe we cannot change, No matter how hard we have tried. But, let's look in our mirrors, Forgiving ourselves for past sins. Then the doors of our cages will open, Freeing us to live our best lives again. (277 characters) Written... Continue Reading →
What is the best pick me up that you know of? To shake you out of the blues? Music with a great beat, songs that make my feet hanker to move. I love to put on some gospel or jazz, or even some Santana, and get up and dance my blues away. I find that... Continue Reading →
My mother told me that she was glad that I was not born in an earlier century, for I would have been publicly whipped for asking so many questions on gender equality. I wanted to know why the women cooked, but they were the last to eat. I questioned why I had to fix my... Continue Reading →
Her name was Pat, and she was my supervisor when I was hired in 1974 at the telephone company in Atlanta, Georgia. She was a hard task-master, determined to show that, as the first black woman given a supervisory position over white males, she was capable of doing the job. My complaint against her was... Continue Reading →
There seems to be a light instilled in me Meant to show other people the way To believe in their value and their worth, And to find joy in living each day. It's as if Someone has plugged me in, I can feel the current of urgency To write words that motivate and inspire, As... Continue Reading →
I was listening to a song named Loved Heals, and it struck me just how true that has been in my life. Mothers and fathers who live in poverty-stricken areas do not love their children any less than middle-class and wealthy parents. But, the hardships and violence of poverty often takes a psychological as well... Continue Reading →
Survived violence, Life with hurricane-strength winds. Found a safe harbor. Posted for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 20, 2019: Hurricane.
I read a quote by a young, black intellectual who believed that full racial equality would never happen in America. He felt the opposite of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in regards to the Dream ever being realized. The sense of hopelessness struck me forcefully, for when hope is gone, what is left? When a... Continue Reading →
