It’s 2020! Father’s Day in a pandemic. I have thoughts…
There is no right or wrong way to be Black: A Love Letter.
Ya’ll, it’s time for a chat about Christmas, my grandma… and Peabo Bryson.
This is our history. This is our here and now. What are we gonna do with it?
Some thoughts on what’s going on in Charlottesville…….and WalMart. #classic.
While I didn’t grow up with a dad, the Lord has given me glimpses. Here are some of the moments.
A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… I made some toxic relationships. #yikes!
I think it’s so wonderful God chose music to be a way we can worship Him! Obviously music isn’t the only way we should… (Relax Pastor! My doctrine isn’t that spotty!)
We are in the last seconds, of the last minutes, of the last hours, of the last moments of….ELECTION SEASON!!
As I made my way to their kitchen, I realized this was my first moment with racism and it was going to be burned in my memory forever. I was a deep 6 year old. What can I say?
Christmas time is here… But Jesus never left.
I am legit in tears…and One Direction nor Bruno Mars have anything to do with it!