The only constant I can depend on is change. As the weather begins to warm I find myself waking up to rays of sunlight peeking through my windows, the dark and frigid winter mornings have been replaced with a cool and sun filled sky. Snow boots, scarves and thick sweaters have been replaced with cotton […]Read more "“Keep Your Face to the Sunshine”"
The light touch of God’s grace permeates everything. Rose Gold. That was the color my mom gravitated to when she looked at decorations for her 61st birthday dinner. Around this time last year she was not in the best of health. She spent many days in and out of hospitals and even time in a […]Read more "Gossamer"
COLDNESS. The first heavy snow storm of the season brought a crispness to the air. The cold was harsh and unforgiving. Although I’m more of a fan of warmer weather I was looking forward to the snow. Meteorologists predicted heavy snow fall and I waited with an eagerness I haven’t experienced in years. BRISKNESS. I […]Read more "GELIDITY"
It’s amazing how our lives are ruled by choices. As I continue to reflect on choices made in the past and recent choices made now I’m in awe at how quickly my life can shift from one gear to another. Life choices made at a very young age has changed the trajectory of my life. […]Read more "Choices"
I am aware of organ harvesting as well as sex trafficking. I am not an expert in this field but I know this issue is not front and center within the news as much as celebrity news. However, it’s an international issue. So much so, when I was in Las Vegas-there were signs in multiple […]Read more "Organ Harvesting, Sex Trafficking and Trauma"
Words come way before they are written. I dream them. I’ve always dreamed in words, phrases, sentences and whole paragraphs. They would gently pull me out of a deep slumber or even a light nap. When I was younger (and read more) the current book I would be reading would find its way into my […]Read more "Words Come…"
I grew up differently than today’s kids. We were latch key kids. My older sister used to get off the school bus and walk to my school. She would get on an elevator-go to the top floor and pick me up. We’d head down the elevator together hand in hand and walk home. Sometimes we […]Read more "The World of Cassette Tapes, Cabbage Patch Kids and Crack Vials: I’m an 80’s Baby!"
Aside from wanting to practice meditation more, I want to be more mindful of my every waking moment. I have found myself bubbling over with anger at what I perceive as a great injustice. (In reality, most injustices are not worth an iota of my time-but in the moment: I am ready to ponce). […]Read more "Old Miserable Jamaican Lady Syndrome"