Journal: Mixed Signals

I messed up. It's hard to say. Much harder I suppose to realize but that's what happened. Over the last six months I've basically just fallen off. I cut off my friends, left most of my social media (including this...

Flexin’ Sundays (microfiction)

Sundays were for flexin', the day for showing off your Sunday best. Your best shoes, clothes, hair freshly pressed or afro fluffed to perfection.  Sure, they were there for church; but no one said you couldn't shine a little on...

Low Expectations and My Neighbor’s Green Grass (Journal)

I set low expectations for God. Yes. The sovereign God of the universe, that God I put limitations on. Because of some of the struggles I've gone through, I thought to save myself from disappointment. I thought I could lower...

Everything and the Kitchen Sink (journal)

Its been a while since I've done of these...I was thinking when I finally did write another journal piece I'd be writing about happy things. You know, new job, some trip I'd taken, some breakthrough that I'd recently gotten. In...

American Values: A Christian Nation? (Journal)

Is America a Christian nation? When I was in elementary school, private, I was taught it was it. I was taught that America was governed by certain Christian principles and that is why we have some of the freedoms we...

Lessons (micro-fiction)

She knelt beside the bed, lost in somber thoughts. "This is the man You gave me; show me how to love him and show me how to keep him; I thought transparency in everything was what I the right way...

Psalm of Marie (song)

Precious Lord take my small palm within Thine own. My soul is distressed within me. Those whose love and respect I've sought, Have eagerly seized my meager joys Without a second thought. My bosom friend has forsaken me. Be Thou...

Mind the Gap: Journal on Primal

I am a triple minority. I am Black, a woman, and a Christian. As such I guess I'm hypersensitive to the feelings and injustices of others. This probably isn't added by the fact that I'm a historian (I got my...

Over Many Waters (a poem)

He saw the darkness from afar, The force of purpose on His lips His own voice, Willing the Light to appear, Scattering the darkness Like marbles on a tiled floor.  With His own hand He formed the world.  Unfathomable, uncurtailed,...