“But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed,...

Somebody had to open the doorI surely couldn’t just walk on in.Somebody needed to pay a priceFreedom isn’t just given.So, when I sit down toa deskor put my feet...

Happy Juneteenth! Enjoy this excerpt from my children’s book, Bella Learns the Price of Freedom. As Uncle Shep began driving again, Mama prepared Bella for what she...

Sometimes, heroes are the ordinary people we see every day. Sometimes, it's the person you see in the mirror. My present writing centers on the overcoming spirit of...

Home is a complicated place. It brings up mixed emotions and seems to cause our hearts to race. When we were younger, we could only imagine leaving home, spreading our...

This poem is autobiographical. My uncle, Roosevelt Green, aka, Ninny was a slender, handsome man. Born sixth of eleven children, he most physically resembled my...

One of our greatest fears revolves around rejection. The need for welcome and reception are central to feeling accepted, knowing that we belong. But we were empowered...

Sometimes, your very soul needs to breathe. Is there an app for that? Well, there is a poem for it. Enjoy.Tending my soullike the small potted Daffodil on kitchen...

You can tell a lot about a person just by looking them in the face: the lines, crow’s feet, wrinkles, warts, and moles are the typography of a life. Tragedy’s wisdom...