On a recent trip to the grocery store, I looked for a particular cut of Salmon that I like. Usually, it’s right there and readily available.  On this day, I didn’t see it in the Seafood display case. I saw the employee working  behind the counter. He appeared busy as he washed down the workspace…

I’m not afraid to sit in the dark. It is there that the light shines through the cracks like the weeds on a city street that persist against the odds. -Ava Simone Over the past several years, I have purposefully surrounded myself with beautiful things. They are, at least, beautiful to me. I have tried…

One day, a while back, I was coming out of a grocery store heading towards my car in the parking lot. As I exited the building, a youngish man on a crutch and a cast on his leg hobbled over in my direction. I spotted him immediately and knew that he would be asking me…

It is only because of my hard-fought, but tenacious, relationship with the darkness, that I am able to embrace the magnificence and warmth of the light. I was determined to sit with the uncomfortable and the ugly. I am sure that this conviction was born out of necessity: I simply wanted to live in peace….

REMEMBERING CONGRESSMAN JOHN ROBERT LEWIS February 21, 1940 – July 17, 2020 When I moved to Atlanta 10 years ago, I embarked on an editorial journey that catapulted me into a completely new world. Atlanta – an urban metropolis filled with up and coming hopefuls: actors, musicians, producers, writers. The list goes on. As such,…

My mind was in that mysterious surreal space between awake and asleep. I could hear myself breathing and my brain was quietly powering down for the night, but it was still whispering things to me: thoughts and words left unspoken or a review of the days’ events. But nothing stirred me back to full consciousness…

It was never about lacking anything – It was always about discovering what was already there. She realized that the rumble of restlessness and doubt had dissipated when she wandered into an empty room and it was filled with nothing but her…and she alone was enough.  Her beauty remained like a faded water color through…

As the mother of two adult children, I am continually discovering their individuality with wonder, amazement and pride. I am sharing their lives with them and very few things on this earth make me happier than that. I realize that not all adult children include, or even want, their parents in their lives. Parenting adults…

My aunt Ollie passed away on October 22, 2017 in New York. She was my father’s sister and, who I considered, a bridge to my mysterious paternal history. Her brother, my biological father, is not the man who raised me – my wonderful and loving step dad, Richard, was and he was the only father…

My rebirth has required my death – The death of my soul and my spirit. My transformation has commanded my mortal being to reshape and renew itself on more than one occasion in my life. This time is no different. My life has consisted of a series of hard knocks and “what the hell’s.” And…