I usually don't write about race relations and it take a lot to get me riled up, but I've seen one too many posts on FaceBook about why we aren't as upset or outraged by black on black crime compared to when crime involves a black person and someone of another race. I understand that … Continue reading No justice in Ferguson
For the past two weeks, my writing life has been caught up in a whirlwind. And as I sit here writing this, all I can think is "who knew?" The answer to my question is that God knew. He always knew where he wanted to take me, and slowly but surely he's revealing that to … Continue reading Who knew?
He sat by his daughter’s bed, holding her hand. He’d sat beside her bed and rocked her to sleep many times before, but this time was different. She’d been sick most of the night, and no amount of rocking seemed to comfort her. “Daddy, I don’t feel good.” Her small and weak voice reached him … Continue reading Just Breathe