A Homecoming
We can never go back to a place and find it where we left it. Something, somewhere, will always have changed: most of all ourselves. ~ Taiye Selasi ‘Tis the season for scarves, sweatshirts, and hoodies bearing the names of…
Life’s Treadmills
I suppose this is what it feels like to be stuck. Something akin to heavy footsteps landing on a rickety old treadmill day after day. Same drab concrete walls for scenery. Same few folks who always trickle into the gym…
G is for Grace
The Notorious B.I.G. began his legendary ‘90s rap song “Big Poppa” with an appeal to “all the ladies in the place with style and grace.” Like all women in every party I have ever attended, when that first line dropped,…
Operation Wholehearted
Never touch anything with half your heart. ~ Unknown A few weeks before my birthday, Brené Brown helped me realize that I was touching far too many things with only half of my heart. I was strolling through Target when…
The Power of Sister-girl Love
Next to the calories I burn, sister-girl love is undoubtedly the best part of my occasional walk/runs across the Woodrow Wilson Bridge. Most other people avoid eye contact as they tackle their work outs – and I don’t blame them. …
An Updated Altar
The creaking went on so long that I grew accustomed to it. Creaking when I climbed the steps to my home, creaking when I walked down them to leave. Two wobbly steps and a predictable creaking greeted me every single…
What’s in a Title?
I like titles. Not the professional kind, but the type that describe a person’s allegiance. I’m a fan of words that make it clear to whom and to what a person is committed. Call me a Christian because I’m walking…
