For the first time in 50 years, I am afraid of being a black person in America! After Dr. King was murdered, I worried about being killed because someone who had never met me felt that I did not belong in the country that I love. I remember quite vividly when a black male and... Continue Reading →
When I was a little girl, I had many plans regarding who I would be and what I would become in life. But, often the plans we make in life simply don't end up being the life that we lead. Some people have told me that they were exactly where they had planned to be... Continue Reading →
What do you say to a four-year-old child when she asks, "Gina, whose gonna be our Mommy now?" I didn't expect the question, so I was not ready with an answer. But, as I looked into those big, soulful brown eyes, wet with tears after hearing that her mother wouldn't be coming back home, I... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 