Perspective

Goin’ In: Vignettes

  The Gift I awaken to my spiritual practice. After I watch Roland Martin, I prepare my breakfast, carbohydrate-free, with coffee as a chaser. I peruse Facebook and Gmail, and just about two hours after breakfast, my lover calls. He seduces me, reminding me of the arduous work…

Becoming An Ageless Queen!

The buried poet has decided to come out and play this month. Numerology says that my current double-digit age, combined a certain way, becomes the prime number 3. The attributes of which are completion, perfection and unity. Distilling my essence to a number that cannot be divided equally…

Sibling Joy / Creative Forces

Christopher Statham and Stephanie Willoughby have been linked to Garden Spices since the gate opened for our first issue. Stephanie (34) and Christopher (31), have also been linked together in laughter, love, and joy since they first saw on each other — they are siblings! They are Chicagoans…

Because It Feels Better

I’ll admit, this topic has put a slow on my creative flow. Having said that, I find it sad that such a positive topic comes to me slowly. Shows one where the focus is, doesn’t it? When I heard I needed to write about joy, I wasn’t sure…

Joy Don’t Cost A Thing

Who doesn’t want joy every moment? Who isn’t hungry for joy? Are we waiting for joy to come into our life? Are we ready for joy? Every time I listen to the word “Joy,” I get excited. My view on joy is that it is a personal phenomena….

One More Day on Earth

What is joy? A three letter word that defines such a powerful emotion. For me, this feeling is now found in the simple, daily things in life. I am sure to many people this sounds a bit cheesy and typical; however, it is the truth and has not…

Hello, World!

When Garden Spices Magazine announced that the topic for this issue would be “change,” I thought about all of the change that is happening in our country and the world: stunning turnovers in Congress, worldwide terrorism, and vindictive murders. This fast-paced, terrifying demolition of our formerly “safe” spaces lead…

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…