I have a village. It is comprised of people who were once strangers - each of them, near or far, contributing to the functioning of our family. As for the closest, Ms. Barbara is my eighty-one-year neighbor who loves Jesus, wine and my kids. Although we only met two years ago, my children…
After my father died our home on Aldine Street was packed with people for about two weeks. They had come from varying places to offer their condolences, attend the wake and accompany us as we bid daddy farewell. We were grateful for the influx of people but it was the people who lingered after the…
When I was growing up on the island, I used a soft white rock to write sentences on an old car door. My siblings and cousins were my first students; the rock was my chalk; the old door was my chalkboard and the and great outdoors - beneath the trees, shaded from the island sun-…
When I saw Bella Grace Magazine on the shelf at Barnes two years ago, I was smitten, at first glance.
Then at first touch, it felt as though my hands landed on a texture they had been in search of for decades.The cover is smooth and lustrous and perfect. The inside is a soul-surge.For two years,…
Thor and Dianna are survivors.
They both have a survivor story, one that at the heart of every survivor story reveals two things: the soul perseveres through dire circumstances and rises above that which could have once destroyed. It is here, I must pause to tell you that human beings are not the only survivors because…
I had an endometriosis flare-up and stayed home from church. I was barely standing because of pain and I was in process of preparing potatoes for a breakfast hash so that I could take some pain meds when my phone chimed with a text from a dear friend, Stacy.“Hey you, there’s something for you at…