I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free …
sung by Nina Simone https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=To0aHKYsEBQ I wish I knew howIt would feel to be freeI wish I could breakAll the chains holding meI wish I could sayAll the things that I should saySay 'em loud, say 'em clearFor the whole round world
Peaks and Valleys vs. The Battle Field
I started the summer with “A Divided Heart” and highlighted the “Million Ways to Love” in my last post. As we transition from summer to fall, attempt to pivot repeatedly with the uncertainty of COVID-19, and remain persistent in our
One Million Ways to Love
Last weekend I spent time with my favorite teenager. For those of you reading this who don't know, this young lady is not my biological child - I don't have any biological children. She is the niece of one of
Leave Room for Joy
It felt hypocritical to laugh. It felt unsettling to seek opportunities to celebrate. It made me uneasy to consider indulging in recreational activities. But yet still, it was paralyzing to live with and carry in every way the real and
Justice Centered Life
On Friday night I had trouble pulling my eyes away from the screen. As much as I know about the damages of watching and re-watching traumatic images - police engaged in altercations with citizens, cars burning, people yelling obscenities at
REPOST: Ahmaud Arbery and the Trauma of Being a Black Runner
Read original post here or https://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2020/may-web-only/ahmaud-arbery-black-runner-christian-pray-protest.html.
A Divided Heart
Y’all it’s May and I can’t believe I have been teleworking for 7 weeks! I am grateful that I am still working and also grateful for an upcoming, extended season of rest and slowing down. I welcome the time ahead
Hope In A Time of Chaos
My disclaimer is that I write this post as a single woman without children employed as a non-essential worker living and working in the safety of my home. Bizarre, interesting, strange, and unnerving are words I’ve used to describe this
The Trip to Atlanta That Changed Things …
I took my first trip to Atlanta while in high school. I don’t remember what club I was a member of or much else about the trip aside from the college tour. I knew during that trip that I wanted