I’d like to think I have good neighbors and I hope I’ve been a good one . Over the years, I’ve certainly tried. We don’t always break bread or see each other often, but when it matters we show up for each other. ‘No man is an island’ is not just an old adage –Continue reading “Eyes and Hands”
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Raging Storms
I grew up in a hurricane zone. Storms, hurricanes, and flooding are no strangers to me. Though I am not consumed by fear of nature’s song and dance, I am well aware of its rage and power. Today it has been forecasted that we’ll be in the path of Uncle Milton. All around, there’s aContinue reading “Raging Storms”
The Now
This weekend past, I stood in a cemetery with some special people. We watched some workmen labor to prepare loved ones graves for headstones. These were our loved ones. Their lives mattered and they were loved. I watched them in their lifetime sow seeds and make deposits that are still paying dividends today. Their prayersContinue reading “The Now”
The Sun Rises on Her
So often women [and men] struggle with their sense of worth and value. Words spoken and received have a way of ‘manipulating’ our thought patterns for good or bad. I suppose many of us have discovered that it’s not necessarily what others think about us that truly matters, it’s what we believe about ourselves. ThisContinue reading “The Sun Rises on Her”
Worth a Thousand Words and More
Old man time waits for no one. He comes does his thing and moves on. We are often left wondering about the ‘what ifs’ ,’ the wish I had’ and ‘if I had I known’. For some reason, though we say it, sadly we don’t treasure the moments the way we should. Time and timeContinue reading “Worth a Thousand Words and More”
The Truth I Own
Since the advent of social media and its likes, I’ve noticed that so many voices are jockeying for a space in our heads. ‘I’m living my truth’ is now a common phrase that repeatedly litters the airwaves and print alike. We hear of alternative facts, normative truth, objective truth and subjective truth. Have you everContinue reading “The Truth I Own”
Dreams Realized
Many things cause my tears to flow! The way a boy loves his mom and a girl adores her dad. Watching the ‘underdog’ win. Seeing poetry made out of a shattered life. A blind eye seeing beauty for the first time. When a tired weary soul finds rest in the arms of the God whoContinue reading “Dreams Realized”
What She Might Say
Last night as I stood at the kitchen sink, my mind reflected on Lolita Porter. Mother, friend, confidant, warrior and support to many. A wife to one. This past week was the first anniversary of her transition from earth. Lolita saw her children and grandchildren kept alive by the grace of God. None were lost.Continue reading “What She Might Say”
She Still Believes
Recently in conversation, a friend of mine commented that the he has never truly ‘loved’ anyone apart from his mother and his kids. He’s almost 60 and has been in a few long term romantic relationships. I asked what those relationships were about. He said they were nice people and he didn’t want to beContinue reading “She Still Believes”
She Knew
We met her as young girls – now grown ladies when she left. Those who crossed her path met faith in motion. Where words fell short, her music spoke. Many saw her live, leaving footprints that led others to believe. With grace she taught us not just how to live, but how to die. ThoughContinue reading “She Knew”
Restored Hearts 