Black Lives

“Cut an Guh Tru”

Black Lives, Black Mothers, Black Struggles, HealingJanuary 8, 202154Views 0Likes 0Comments

I went to bed two nights ago clutching my pillow, pressing my quaking chest into the firmness of it, praying, silently, for the throbbing to stop, and the ache to pass. I went to bed two nights ago searching for peace. But the horrific mages I turned off hours before kept flashing, like a slideshow…

Cairn

Black Lives, Black Struggles, friendship, Life, Moments, Race, Small wonders, Stories, White PrivilegeJuly 4, 202072Views 0Likes 0Comments

We drove ten hours to visit friends in the mountains.The first night, within the first three hours, the subject of white privilege created rapids between us.Our opposing stance ripped us apart --rocks, cliffs, and rough waters divided us.We were far apart -- on the cliffs, falling, hitting our heads against rocks…

I’ve been dancing

Black Lives, Black Struggles, Mindfulness, Nature, Places, Simple Living, Small wonders, WritingJuly 1, 202050Views 0Likes 2Comments

I received an email from a friend recently, and the subject line came in a form of question. Where are you? She noticed I have been MIA. I haven’t posted on Instagram, or Facebook. I haven’t returned text, phone calls, or emails and I haven’t written or sent out my weekly blog post. I responded.…

Blanket on Concrete

Black Lives, Black Mothers, Black Single Mothers, Black Struggles, Life, Moments, Mother's Day, Motherhood, Single MothersMay 10, 202062Views 0Likes 4Comments

My grandparents moved to Cumberland on a donkey.They padded the donkey, placed two baskets on each side, and in one basket, they put uncle Lee and in the other, my mother. There was a hole in the basket that carried mother. Halfway through the journey, my mother fell out, and wasn't missed until my…

Glass House

Ahmaud Arbery, Black Lives, Black Mothers, Black Struggles, Children, Glass House, Motherhood, WritingMay 8, 202056Views 0Likes 1Comment

A few days ago, Chris and I took a walk along the bay. The breeze blew, the pelicans flew, and Chris and I strolled by. He looked mostly at the water on our left, and I admired the houses on our right.I stopped at one house, in particular, that had a glasshouse in the backyard. I…