I remember once thinking that I would never have a message to share with the world. I thought that being born in the poorest part of town meant that you would always be there, among people who looked lost and dejected, their only salvation found in a bottle of bourbon, or, when the income tax... Continue Reading →
One of the features of our new Georgia home that I most disliked and wanted to change was the kitchen range. The burners where you sit the pots and pans were blackened badly and seemed unsalvageable. I tried to talk Douglas into a nice new gas stove, but, of course, it was a huge expense,... Continue Reading →
I decided to try one of the genre challenges from The Haunted Wordsmith, epistolary fiction, stories constructed from a series of letters between characters). May 25, 1980Dear Jennifer,I am writing to apologize for the way I treated you ten years ago, when I insisted on an annulment of our marriage. When the doctors said that... Continue Reading →
Douglas and I were at a new restaurant that I wanted to try. As we were eating, a lady spotted my purse and commented on how much it was like the one she was carrying. Sure enough, it was nearly a clone. Hers was a Michael Kors, with the same MK in a round label.... Continue Reading →
When people, especially children, make mistakes, they feel bad about themselves. It is the voice of love that reassures us that we are still good persons and worthy of love. Too often the voice of shame or the voice of derision is used, decimating people's confidence and their beliefs in their value and worth. Let... Continue Reading →
A few days ago, on an interview with a prominent black preacher, I heard him speak of a sense of somebodiness needed among young black males. He talked about the harm that is done to them and others around them because they lack a sense of their somebodiness. Somebodiness is the belief that one is... Continue Reading →
Standing by the ocean looking at the people cry, Kaley's soul seeks peace for them. She remembers that three to five women die every day from domestic violence As a survivor, she's asked to speak a word of comfort, but, how do you make sense of senseless acts? As she lights a candle and lays... Continue Reading →
Why do people feel that it is okay to give others unsolicited advice? Why do some people feel that they need to tell others what their futures will look like in terms of success or failure, when no one but God knows the future? I was just reading of a young girl who had a... Continue Reading →
Seeing through God's Eyes Judges 6:12-16: The angel of the LORD appeared to him and said to him, "Mighty hero, the LORD is with you." "Sir," Gideon replied, "if the LORD is with us, why has all this happened to us? And where are all the miracles our ancestors told us about? Didn't they say,... Continue Reading →
