You never forget your very first friend. Mine was a boy named, Justin. We were two years old when we met. He lived up the street from me. We both loved cats, hide and seek, candy and mischief. He was …
Read more →You never forget your very first friend. Mine was a boy named, Justin. We were two years old when we met. He lived up the street from me. We both loved cats, hide and seek, candy and mischief. He was …
Read more →Heather Heyer’s question to us all — “If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention” was heard around the world. Not because she was on television being interviewed but because she was on television having been killed by a white …
Read more →Sometimes my writing fails me. Words on a page don’t seem good enough. Don’t seem strong enough. Don’t seem… enough. My heart is broken for all the parents who lost a child simply because they did what all kids want …
Read more →Click. Horror. Click. Anger. Click. Shootings. Click. Lies. Click darkness, darkness, darkness. Click off. My morning news page is one horror story after another. You would think the world is nothing but pure evil. Is it any wonder my shoulders …
Read more →Two words that changed my life. Surrender & Faith. I grew up a fighter. A believer in never letting go because if I did the world and I would get sucked into the ground forever. I believed in nothing other …
Read more →Dear All, It has been a long time since I wrote. Forgive me. Sunday, the day I usually write my column, seemed to come and go and come and go and each time I thought about writing I just couldn’t. …
Read more →I could not imagine what it would feel like, look like, be like to have my movie, Mr. Church, finally released for the world to see. To see billboards, to do press junkets, to wake up on a Sunday morning and find …
Read more →I find myself asking that question over and over. Sometimes in my head, more often a loud… Where are you now, pop? It’s a cruel trick, I say, if this is all there is. If we live, die, the end. Blackout. …
Read more →Wasn’t it yesterday I was carrying you around? Rocking you to sleep? Tying your shoes? Reading to you? Leaving money under your pillow for lost teeth? Wasn’t it yesterday…? My daughter graduates middle school this week. She graduates with honors …
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