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”
Category Archives: Faith
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”
Bubble Trouble
The beginning of the new year is generally bubbly; literally and figuratively. Bubbles can be deceptively dangerous, distorting our perspective, limiting our impact, and diminishing our hope. Yes, cute, friendly bubbles. Bubbles look stunning from the outside. Their iridescent color captures the eye. Their ability to beautifully reflect exactly what is in front of them is impressive. This isContinue reading “Bubble Trouble”
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?”
Their Eyes Don’t Lie
Current Location: Paarl, Western Cape South Africa Eleven days. It has been 11 days since I’ve said goodbye to what is familiar. To the family and friends I love so deeply and taken a step in the direction of a dream. A dream that I had long buried because I had counted up the numberContinue reading “Their Eyes Don’t Lie”
My Messy Beginning
Friend, Joy Becker, finishes this blog series sheer bravery. Her willingness to express where she is on this messy journey of privilege and racial reconciliation is authentic. I’ve been honored to collaborate and share the perspectives of Mika, Amy and Joy during the past four weeks. Perspectives unlike my own. I’ve grown. I pray thatContinue reading “My Messy Beginning”
Precious Predilections 