A grown man cried in my arms tonight.

From my own experience, it’s when I try my hardest to be strong – exhibiting my idea of strength, anyway – that I am the most brittle. In my brittleness, I easily break. However, as I learned again that evening, it is in my gentleness that others see power and strength in me.

Do you handle contentment as well as you handle adversity?

This week the thought crossed my mind: What would I do if this blessed situation was a difficult problem. Immediately, strategic plans for fixing the problem came to mind. There is always something to DO to eliminate a problem. But what does one do with a blessing? (Follow the link to read the full post.)

Know whose you are.

Part of checking myself consisted of asking myself two telling questions. (1) What am I really upset about? (2) What do I have to prove to the people I was engaging with? The answer to the first question had nothing to do with the petty issues pelting me. The answer to the second question was: absolutely nothing. The enemy was attacking me through very accommodating vessels, but it was up to me if and how I allowed the attacks to affect me. {Click the link to read the full post.}

Infinite possibilities

Where do you see yourself in five years? I’m sure you bought into the same short-term life-planning pit at some point or several points of your life too. In my youth, I always had an idea or a hope of where I would be in five years’ time in some area of my life – education, work, or relationship. Today I don’t. **Follow the link to read the full article.**

What are you teaching your children?

I started to defend the mother, but truly, what is her defense? Low education? Low income? No family support? Limited economic choices? I’m a product of all that and so are many people I know. None of those situations can prevent a parent from teaching their children to respect their parents, respect others and respect themselves. ***Follow the link to read the full article.***

Terry Ann: Eulogy

Terry Ann: Eulogy As the moon shines, The angels come. On a warm, hazy night With stars twinkling bright; The waves crashed against shore With their ever beckoning lure. Terry Ann, my baby; My beautiful black lady. A mother, wife, daugther, sister, Cousin, aunt and friend. Because of you, my heart beats; I live andContinueContinue reading “Terry Ann: Eulogy”