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Because it takes a village… and I am truly thankful for mine.

For most of us, the month of November calls to mind the things that we are thankful for.  Not that we aren’t thinking of them all year long, but having a holiday that is centered around giving thanks urges us to be a little more vocal about it.  Especially those of us entrenched in social media.

Special shout out to Knock Knock for these awesome
Special shout out to Knock Knock for these awesome “thank you” post cards!

I, like everyone else, wanted to share my thankful thoughts on turkey day, but I didn’t want to be so cliche about it.  You know with the photos of food spreads and group family shots.  Well, actually, I couldn’t have done that even if I wanted to.  This year was my first Thanksgiving where I didn’t have all of that… on purpose.  No big family gathering as my in-town relatives had other plans.  My children were away with their dad for the weekend.  It was just me. And it was all good.

Having that time to myself gave me time to reflect on a lot of things and time to craft a more creative, clever, candid, and slightly comical response to what I am thankful for. (you’ll know the comical when you read it… at least I hope you will)

The phrase “it takes a village” came to mind because I am aware that it is a number of people, places, and things that keep me going in this life… 


My inner circle of good friends that I have trusted with my heart.
My family… as they try to understand me and my chosen path… they love me anyway.
My social community of readers, followers, and supporters whose presence and engagement fuel my purpose.  


Because wine, upon occasion, has made me a better writer.
I must give a shout out to coffee as well.  After all, it makes me a better human on a daily basis.


The ones I write in… like paper therapists, they receive all of my thoughts and feelings with no judgment. 
The ones I read.. powerful muses and methods of escape.
The ones I’ve yet to publish… your patience is appreciated and I promise to set you free.


Not just those in music but also the beats within my body.
The rhythm of my soul.
The big bass thumps of my heart reminding me that I’m alive and that I matter.
I’m finally listening to it… feeling it… and beginning to dance.   

I Am Not My Hair (Part 1)

Here’s part one of my new summer hairdo. Why part one? Because I’m not done yet! I always cut my hair a little shorter in the summer, but this is the shortest I’ve ever cut it in recent years. My hair hasn’t been this short since the late 90s. And as I said, I’m not done. The only reason it’s not as short as I want it is because my stylist didn’t have her clippers with her when she came to my house (and she didn’t think I meant I was cutting my hair so short that she’d need clippers).

So… When is part two? Patience, my friends. For now, let’s enjoy this short bob, mkay? Mkay 🙂

Carey Bradshaw #BlackHistory Series: Death Becomes Her

Carey Bradshaw - Death Becomes Her

A fate worse than death…

Here is the latest installment in the Black History Series project I have the pleasure of creating words for. This one is my most favorite image in series (so far). It is so beautiful in its tragedy… knowing that this woman would rather drown than reach the shore and enter a life of bondage. Carey Bradshaw masterfully captured the agony and ecstasy of her death. Below are the words I added to it…


I surrender to you, deep blue.
Into your abyss, I come… willingly… desperately.
Take me in your arms.
Softly… lovingly whisper your promises to me again…
No more chains… no more pain.
Make my body heavy with your mercy.
Hold me under.
Take me home.
Let my lungs fill with sweet freedom.
Yes… yes… beautiful death.
Now, I can finally breathe.

It’s not just Black History… It’s American History!

Carey Bradshaw #BlackHistory Series: “Cattle Cries”

Original Cattle Cries - Carey Bradshaw

Imagine your child being ripped from your arms and sold away…

That is the place I went to… the well I drew from to write the second installment of the collaborative Black History project with the amazingly talented, Carey Bradshaw.  Remember, it’s not just Black History… It’s American History!  Enjoy!


Hold on my love… I won’t let you go.
Though our hands are forced apart, I won’t ever let you go.
Look at me, my precious… try to be brave.
I know you see my tears… my agony as these shackles will not allow my outstretched arms to reach you. They do not bind my soul.
Hold on, my angel. I won’t let you go.
No matter where they take you or chain you, my love is always with you.
Remember me, my darling. Don’t let me go.
Master may rip me from your grasp but he can never take me from your heart.
How dare they separate us like livestock… ignoring our screams
Tell me Master, when did you last hear cattle cry for their young?