john 1:1

… she who gave me the words that crafted this story…

how do you bury god?

She created me. You see.
She created me. Writing me on paper between cardboard covers. She made me real.

extraordinary measures on ordinary days

most women are superheroes. that’s not an overestimation. in fact when it comes to their children, to their families, most women take extraordinary measures on ordinary days.

promenade in silhouette

what would i do without these shadows to guide me, walk with me, talk with me, hold me in place? i have no idea but imagine it would be a space without grace.

for my daddy who got me here

he never wanted to be 
a hero. he told me i’m 
more luke cage than you know
unbreakable but broken
all the same.

In This Here AFTER

Today I stood in the full body mirror attached to my closet. I stared at my belly and my hips for full minutes in disbelief before huffing out a joke at my own expense to no one, Girl. You need to get it together. You looking like one of them ‘Before‘ pictures on Instagram! I…

Mrs. Delores Bennett, Patron Saint of the North End

i was a young nonprofit executive completely full of myself. she came into my office rattled off a list of to do’s so fast it made my head spin. i thought i was smart. i thought i was caring. i thought i understood what working for the people meant…then i met Mrs. Delores Bennett. she…