I’ve been using Goodreads to keep track of books I want to read, and what I’ve read through the year. This particular year was more than usual because I’m researching for the book I’m writing on ethnic loneliness and belonging. My goal...
Hi friends, I’m honored to share I have a poem published in Amethyst Review, called Midnight Prayer. You can read the poem here. Let me know what you think!
The leaves in fall.The smell of hot coffee,freshly baked bread,and cinnamon.Eyes that smile.Laughter.Fuzzy blankets.Dappled sunlight.Friendship.Good news.Flowers.Old trees.Grandmothers.Tea.Pecan pie.Music.Poetry.Brown skin.Brown eyes.Black hair.Your name.Your...
(I’m not quite ready for the porch swinging to end! But I know those days are coming.) Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion whose flowers have faded, like those of...
I wrote this devotional months ago, long before any thought of a pandemic. Yet, isn’t that true of any calamity? We don’t know when one might happen. But one thing doesn’t change: God is still the same God. He will address what’s wrong in the...
It was another typical hot, sunny, Southern day. I felt the red clay beneath my feet heating up like hot coals. We were outdoors for recess, in a softball field, and no one else could hear the conversation, far out of earshot of the teacher on duty. My classmate...
1540 (As Imperceptibly as Grief) – By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy— A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon— The Dusk...
Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion whose flowers have faded, like those of summer, and a small brown spider has hung out her web on a line between porch post and chain...
Summer means a trip to a lake. If you look carefully in the right third and about 2/3 way down, you’ll see a redwing blackbird sitting on these tall grasses or reeds. And of course, what lake visit isn’t complete without a giant pink flamingo floatie big...
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.” – George R.R. Martin “Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.” – Lemony Snicket “You can never get a cup of tea large enough or...
