It has taken me decades to embrace the beauty and benefit of failure. I did not embrace it as a high school student, young engineer, or businesswoman. I didn’t believe then what I believe now; failure is not final. Failure is refining. Failure is formative. For so long it has held such finality in myContinue reading “When Friendships Fail”
Category Archives: Contentment
Chronic Singleness
I’ve lived a lot of life as a single Black woman and I’ve resisted writing down these thoughts for a while, but usually in my writing I find solace sprinkled with liberty and saturated with courage. Courage to share that I am nearly FORTY (yep, the big 4 0) and I have spent almost halfContinue reading “Chronic Singleness”
Keep the Change
I see the depth of my humanity at the intersection of my darkest secrets and greatest hopes. At times I am secretly afraid and yet deeply hopeful. Teaching has unearthed a myriad of emotions. It has been a place where great joy and great need have collided. I believe I’ve needed the presence of studentsContinue reading “Keep the Change”
Late Dreamer
I was a late bloomer. Late to learn to drive. Late to receive an invite to the party. Ok, I was never invited to high school parties. Late to dream. Definitely late to dream. In fact, in the very literal since of the word, dreaming has never been a constant reality in my life. IContinue reading “Late Dreamer”
Why South Africa?
If experience is our best teacher, then progress is a prison. Our experiences can limit our ability to dream. – Dr. Myles Munroe Dr. Munroe said a mouthful! You hear me? Most of our lives experience is our only teacher. It reminds us of what we can and cannot do while slowly suffocating our dreams. I justContinue reading “Why South Africa?”
When the Healer Doesn’t Heal
Sometimes I use music to silence the ache of my heart, but there is no song loud enough to remedy the ache I feel when death comes incredibly close. Death always feels sudden and unexpected; sometimes it is and sometimes it isn’t. In youth and old age, the heart ache is just the same. WhatContinue reading “When the Healer Doesn’t Heal”
Dichotomy of Thirst
I am humored that the term “thirsty” has taken on a negative narrative. I’m sure you know it…to be thirsty is to be desperate [for a man], so the new narrative goes. So, as a woman in my mid-thirties, I often want to avoid the topic of marriage and my future husband because in noContinue reading “Dichotomy of Thirst”
Precious Predilections 