My America

I waited for my daddy on our front porch, eager to etch his face in my memory. He had only been back home for two months, yet still I felt a determined urgency to study his face and link the person whom I loved in the corners of my mind for the past two years with the person in front of me. My brothers, Curtis and John, who were too young to really remember a time with dad, sat on the stoop comparing matchbox cars and fighting over the best piece of sidewalk to race them.

The Fight for Love

There is a very big part of me that has delayed writing this post for fear of rejection from you. A part of me doesn’t want to be this honest because I know revealing this little corner of my thoughts might make you uncomfortable; it might even cause you to disown or reject me. But as these thoughts trapped in the confines of my mind demand to be released, I’ve decided to breathe and share anyway.

Fair warning, this is about race.
So yeah…

Meet My Best Friend Failure

Lets be real though, if you know me, you know I’m not perfect. *gasp*

No one is; I understand that…in theory. But I still fear failure in the day to day. Being the internal perfectionist that I am for as long as I can remember, failure has never been comfortable (not that it’s welcomed by the general population; I guess i have a particular aversion to it).  It’s just not fun.

A Prayer

What a deep dark curse death is. Its a despicable, disgusting, violating tear in this world. In every aspect it disrupts and leaves behind a wave of sadness rippling in the lives of the affected. I cant help but grieve when faced with death, part because of the loss felt and part because this wasn’t […]