(silence) because ferguson is so loud

there are no words for this…this… this feeling i, a black woman, raising a son also black mid nightmare in this unreal this… this… this bullshit i am trayvon’s mother i am jordan’s mother i am michael’s mother i am eric’s mother i am and i have no words not for this this feeling that…

PTSD, an improper diagnosis because post is past and this is our present

preamble: discovering breasts under my nightgown was one of the most traumatic experiences of my childhood. from that very moment i was trapped in a world with a constant bombardment of sexual attention so aggression i simply could not breathe. they no longer saw me. the me, i had been. the somersaulting-head-standing-singing-and-climbing-trees-daydreaming me was lost. overnight, i had become flesh…

mark 12:31 (expanded wanda addition to ensure enoughness for all)

Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these. Here’s the thing… I don’t want you loving me the way you love you with your overstuffed calendars and empty carryout tins   I don’t want love that’s squeezed in between teeth whitening and that 3rd Starbucks before car pool   I don’t want…

a woman with an issue (sermon from a couch)

there was a woman with an issue. 12 years she lived with a hemorrhage. 12 years, she bleed. all her money spent. no one could tell her why. no one could cure her of the issue. for 12 years, she lived. sick. tired. ostracized. alienated. defiled. broke. defeated. who doesn’t understand this woman. this woman…

wisdom, a bridge

There is wisdom in me when a child is bereaved, lost the i in me takes a backseat as I take over. She is assured. She is control.   There is wisdom in me when the mask of illusion claims spaces unearned and another soul cries to be unshackled.   There is wisdom in me…

a blizzard, an er, and a praying 4 year old

when my son was 4 years old he had a very bad asthma episode. for a couple of days i had been working with him to get him breathing with regular breathing treatments to no avail. finally, late one night he was wheezing and just so uncomfortable, i told him, “we have to go to…

choosing again

i remember the trip to Cleveland the cold night and frozen lake i remember sitting on a velour chaise starring out frosted windows and wondering if there were cash enough for a last minute gift i remember being tickled to get arms length from a supreme dress and lip syncing to Aretha and Aerosmith i…

Fearfree Living, an Introduction

In our everyday life there is fear. Fear has been grounded into the very fabric of who we are, how we live, how we love. So each decision we make is an effort to protect to keep safe those things that are important – family, self, beliefs, and status. What if there was a way…

crossroad, a blues?

there are all these words floating around in my head hard words / soft words words i don’t want to dance with or chitchat about words that fill me with angst and dread words that block and stifling are reminiscent of rifles sprouting off in parking lots near city skyways where babies are arranged in sandboxes…