The World Will Always Have Crying Children
A show on Black Christianity (and CSA). The true story of an exploited kidnapped child. A case about a a raped child. And my own story.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
A show on Black Christianity (and CSA). The true story of an exploited kidnapped child. A case about a a raped child. And my own story.
This picture was shot by a sweet young photographer at an Open Mic event in 2012 when she spotted the flowers I was carrying.
Last week, I drew a line and said, “I’m done. No more. Goodbye.” I have lived through the dreadfulness of limbo, the sheer callousness of men who will not spend a minute reflecting on their feelings. And you know what? It is just not that important any more. 2017 wrecked…
Reading ‘Rust & Stardust’ (a true crime account that inspired the fiction book ‘Lolita’) helped me process old trauma.
I went to a party with people who practice polyamory.
We are a world of screaming and no conversations.
I’m finding my menstrual cup is a good way to keep a check on my overall health.
I ran into someone who last saw me before I went through the biggest war of my life. I had to think about how to tell my story.
I follow this blog-in-Facebook-updates called LABYRINTHS. Its picture-stories trigger off ideas, feelings and on occasion, memories. Today’s story is titled The IVORY BOOK CLUB and is a conversation between two people about the quality of literature. It felt like an instant frame capture from my own life and here’s what…
February brought a lot of gifts and a lot of lessons. Hear that, 2017? Lessons don’t all have to be hard and suffering-riddled. Well, perhaps not true.