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 →
People ask me what kind of person I am, meaning do I see the glass as half-full or half-empty? I tell them that I am just thankful to have a glass with something in it. I have come to understand that how we view what we have in this life is all about the perspective.... Continue Reading →
Douglas and I were headed to the grocery store, when I spotted a sight that seemed so incongruous to me: cotton fields. On both sides of the road were fields of white that looked as though it had snowed. It was a beautiful sight, one that really touched my soul, not because of the whiteness... Continue Reading →
I remember a time when I did not patiently endure what was happening in my life, so mad I was at God for a child's suffering that I could not pray. Thankfully, God sent an angel who prayed for my son and me, and everything ended well. In the psalm today, Psalm 39, David was... Continue Reading →