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In the Room

Admission is the first step; I am a work-a-holic. I am actively taking steps to become a recovering work-a-holic. I woke up this morning with one thing on my mind: to tend to my needs first. To check-in with myself and to step away from work, I often take walks. While walking, one of myContinue reading “In the Room”

Black Butterfly

April 11, 2020 On New Year’s Eve night in 2007, I sat next to my best friend as the clock was nearly approaching midnight at Watch Night service at our home church. A young man who was in residency while in seminary spoke to us briefly before changing his voice to fit a melodic tuneContinue reading “Black Butterfly”

Uncle Vern’s Nina

Seeing the world with 40-year old eyes feels different. Different in a way that is hard to capture in written language and even to distill into a few cogent thoughts that rumble through my head when trying to synthesize my streams of consciousness. As a black woman who has lived a life of duality, oneContinue reading “Uncle Vern’s Nina”