One of the things that makes me the happiest about letting you know of my Poetry Book release is the fact that you were part of it…
So many of you leave the kindest comments and encouragement and those were the things that pushed me towards the completion of this project titled: Lovers: a book of poems.
3 years ago, I went through a season of life I’d rather never re-live again. Betrayal, loss, heartache, dreams shattered, unknown future. I even had a couple of teeth explode (not kidding).
Is it OK for White People to Post Photos with African Children to Support Black Lives Matter?
My short answer is, no. No, it is not ok.
It misses the mark entirely.
At the same time, I see others slinging stones at those who do and I don’t think that is the appropriate response either.
My hope is for this article to be a resource for you, a place of learning, just as I am learning each day as well.
I served ten years with an international non-profit focused on orphans and children-at-risk in Zimbabwe. My first trip to Zimbabwe…
Let’s be honest, this publication is wild. All over the place.
And it works.
It’s as it says, synergistic, welcoming.
There’s a lot of energy here. A lot of support.
When I first started writing on Medium, I had poured my heart into some stories I had written and then I posted them into the vastness of Medium only to be swallowed up into obscurity. As I’ve met others on here, this seems to be the common way of getting started.
I didn’t really know how to use Medium yet. I didn’t know how to engage with other…
Rachel, a few days from turning 104, went to the doctor’s office for a cortisone shot. She asked where a couple of specific doctors were, and her daughter-in-law let her know that they had already died. Rachel responded, “What! All the doctors have died and I’m still here?!!”
That’s the Rachel I know, or for me, Grandma.
Rachel was born on Nov 29th, 1915, in Hope, Indiana.
She lived through the Great Depression, losing her life savings she had put away in the bank to attend college.
She was a female reporter in an era where few women worked. She…
The Book of Job tells a story about all of us.
Job lost everything in a day.
We will lose everything over a lifetime, slowly.
“Most of us will lose our lives slowly, over the span of a lifetime, having lost everything, leaving everything behind, all of our relationships, all of our possessions, all of our health, our youthfulness, our dreams…” -Pete Scazzero
It’s part of life to lose.
It’s part of life to be sad.
To be angry.
As Pete says, “In Western culture, we have an ascent theology, bigger and better. …
We all have things in our way.
Things we’d rather not do.
Things that continue to come to mind.
People to forgive.
Letters to write.
And for some reason, they keep getting in our way.
It’s hard to get what we want to get done because there’s always something else on the mind.
I guess we should listen to the fortune cookie that says, “That which hinders your task is your task.”
Finishing the first thing may open a world of possibilities for the next…
I’m not sure if I heard it or read it but I wrote it down……