Perspective

I Didn’t Give Up

An Open Letter to My Fellow Contributors I almost gave up. I started having seizures back to back this year. It became harder and harder to share my story because my words were no longer enough to motivate me. I stopped participating as a youth leader. I was…

Impermanence

One may fall into a habit; want to count and determine, one might grasp at something tenuous, like the counting of fish in a stream. One might look at the school, small and steady, and begin. One, two, three, but soon the school moves and shifts, taking ripples…

Sista: Here I Am

“Here I am! I hate my arms! No seriously, I hate my arms! On most days they wave before I do. Seriously! They’re like wings except I don’t get to fly. (Well I guess I could try!) They’re just weird and wrong and excess but most importantly they…

Perspectives

I change my outfits. I change my plans on what to cook for supper. (Or did I even have plans?) I change my routine, my lesson plans, and my dietary preferences. Quite often it seems at times… I change my mind. Why is that so hard? Let me…

Who Knows Where the Time Goes?

When my feet hit the ground, I knew, for the first time, I was home. But that’s a bit abrupt; let me give you some background. Fall of my sophomore year at Vassar had been exceedingly difficult, and I wanted nothing more than a break. I was a…

Simple Change?

There is no such thing as simple change.  Every change begets ripples of other changes, so truthfully, you can’t change one thing without causing a cascading effect that changes other things. It’s almost never ‘one and done’! August 2014, my neighbor’s garage caught fire seriously damaging my garage….

Lying In Wait

A majestic tigress peacefully enjoys the warmth of the midday sun with her little cubs sprawled around her after a busy morning of exploring and family playtime. What was that? A loud noise roused the resting Mom. Gathering her weary cubs in closer, she locates a position behind…

A Superior Kind of Strength

In May of 1997 I evicted my nineteen year old son from our home with only a roll of bus tokens, $5.00 (or was it $10.00) and whatever he could carry from his bedroom. That was the day that I exhausted all of my spiritual and emotional resolve…

“Sista…You are strong!”

I went out on a date with a cool guy with a really good vibe, but he just was not for me. This was in October 2014. He told me that he wanted lots of kids. I told him that I did not want any kids. He asked…

No End of Things in the Heart

 Just a few weeks ago I lost one of my dearest friends. Eddy fought his battle with cancer with a great attitude, and with dignity and strength. And now  I must find the strength to bear losing him. Eddy and I were friends my entire life, and I…