Here in the United States, November is the month of Thanksgiving. In my opinion, it is a holiday built on irony, deep wounds, and white privilege. Honestly, I didn’t want to write about gratitude this month. Yet, here I am doing it. And that’s…
Read MoreMy mother told me she taught me to read when I was just two years old. I’ve spent a lifetime living through the books I read, traveling to many unknown, faraway places and periods of time hundreds of years before I was born into this…
Read MoreLately I have been working on setting up my home office space; getting everything in order in preparation for the next venture in my life. While clearing out this space, I came across mementos that allowed me to rekindle…
Read MoreI have spent more Sundays in church than not. Both of my parents are ordained clergy in the United Methodist Church. I grew up going to church every Sunday morning. I didn’t realize it was an option not to go to church until I was older…
Read MoreFrom my old journal: September 3, 2014 – Los Angeles • It was the scariest, saddest time of my life. I was beyond weak physically and spiritually and had to dig DEEP down to find the last drops of energy to do it. There’s almost no…
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