We Are All Going To Be Alright

You know what I love about God? He takes me exactly as I am. God and me, we go waaayyyy back. So I don’t need any individual or group or building to tell me how to find him or what he thinks of me. I have never felt devoid of his presence (You see what…

At Times Like These, I Hold My Breath

This morning while reading a memoir by a popular author, I came across the word nigger. My kind of book. A white writer who is honest in their writing. As I read, I tried to pay attention to my feelings. The writer wasn’t being hateful or ignorant. Instead, the writer was relaying an overheard conversation,…