Masquerades and Barricades: On Love Delayed
I’m supposed to be in love by now. Yet I am not. And I chalk it all up to masquerades and barricades. Masquerades A couple of months ago I walked up on my grandfather as he was catching up with…
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…
Black Love Matters
“Miscommunication does not mean incompatibility.” Marvin Sapp dropped that gem a while back on Facebook and I saved it in my phone. I discovered it yesterday after deciding not to write this post. I was annoyed by a recent Essence…
Love Won’t Leave Me Out
Two things got me through a rough patch a while back: 1) God and 2) the work He was doing through the music of Tasha Cobbs and Chrisette Michele. As I sat in the lonely silence that follows the moment…
We Can’t Be Friends
I became more careful about ‘platonic’ relationships after a male friend told me in a stern, exasperated tone that he had been ‘waiting on’ me for more than a year. As he aired his grievances, I played dumb, insisting I…
The Lengthy Ordeal of Letting Go
Letting go can be the hardest thing to do, when you truly care about someone. Monday night I was reminded just how hard it can be. I was watching Atlanta Exes, intrigued by this cast of women who were willing…
Try a Little Tenderness
“Sheryl, I’m not your enemy.” She likely mentioned my bad attitude several times before that, but her choice of words then, in the check-out line at the grocery store, made me stop and take serious inventory of the way I…
