Those of you who live in Atlanta know that highway 285 allows us to bypass traveling through the center of our city to get just about anywhere we want to go. You also know that there are times when 285 is painfully congested. The other option takes us straight into the heart of our city.
remembering the moment I owned that I ain’t got to beg for love. or lie for love. or pretend for love. or lighten my eyes or skin for love. smooth out my hair for love. flatten my belly for love. get a Phat-er booty for love. stop choppin’ the ends off words for love. Remembering
The day I found out that I am having a baby boy, I cried. I turned away from the ultrasound screen and a solid streams of tears flowed. The tech said, “Sweetie, you don’t want to see?” I couldn’t speak. It wasn’t that. I absolutely did want to see. But I turned my back to
I think my southern yogi folk can relate: My mama is a super church going lady, reads The Bible for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And I told y’all she keeps “Jesus on the main line.” My sister and I lovingly call my mama “our holy high roller” when we think she can’t hear us. When
“There is a river near where I live. It meanders slowly, peacefully. It doesn’t ask itself why it isn’t an ocean, or a raging river, or some other thing. It just surrenders to what it is. Maybe we just need to surrender more to who we are. I think I will lie down tomorrow beside