Storytelling because I’m a Storyteller
My tools are out, drafted for duty into the unjust Hair War: shampoo, conditioner (wash-out and leave-in), combs, various brushes, and the blow dryer—silent, they stand ready to perform with grim obedience. I’m the villain
God help me, I wish I’d never started that pie. If I hadn’t been convinced my worth could be found and sifted together with flour and sugar, I might have avoided breaking my pie plate
I stand at the granite surface of the kitchen island, chopping kielbasa into coins and feeding dry spaghetti noodles through each smoky disc for a dish in progress for dinner. A lone fly buzzes around,
We moved from the old house—the only house our big kids had ever known—to have a basement like the one we have now. There was more to it, obviously: The old neighborhood was transitioning from
I say I’m a pinball, and I’m glad the machine belongs to God. I can look back and see that when I started dreaming about things and feeling an urgency to take certain steps, it
This year, I faced strange challenges in my role as mother and trainer of children. The whisper came back: Is another child of mine being mistreated because of the world’s unresolved issues with the meaning
“Ignorant” is actually the appropriate denotation – the definition of the idea that No One gave us all the things we have. That Nobody made all the things we see… But the word I prefer
I honestly forget who I am sometimes. I think I’m a writer. But writing’s ✍🏽 something I can do. I think of myself as “Mom,” especially because my people call me that – “Mom,” “Mama,”
God loves the people that annoy me. Do you know that God loves the people who annoy you? There was this lady I used to see – h e a r…talking…about fitness (in this and
God, thank you for Joyce Meyer’s ministry. Her book, “Living a Life You Love: Embracing the Adventure of Being Led by the Holy Spirit,” made me know immediately that several things needed to change –
