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The story in the book “Seeing Jazz” has a quote from Mary Lou Williams (found in the third frame) about an experience she had in Kansas City. I feel like Mary Lou liberated herself from her bed with just a … Continue reading →

We are made up of mainly water. Blood, sweat, tears. We all begin in water. And if you are a woman, you begin in the amniotic fluid of your grandmother, your origin, in the water that comes before you, and … Continue reading →

I found myself in my garden covered in water and sunk in the mud, fresh rivulets of water streaming off of my sunglasses on to my shirt, my pants wet through, my shoes caked. As the hose continued to profusely … Continue reading →

I’ll be closing my business on March 1, 2018. It’s been such a huge and impactful time in my life and I’m extremely grateful for all the experiences and people that the business has brought to me but the reality … Continue reading →

When my sister died, one of the professors she was close to told me at her funeral that Miriam didn’t leave us, she simply went into another room. I had a hard time. And I had a hard time knowing … Continue reading →

As we sit down next to a stream, we can listen to its laughter and watch its sparkling waters, noticing the pebbles and fresh green plants nearby, and we may be overcome with happiness. We are one with the stream’s … Continue reading →

If you read the article I posted earlier this year with my dad talking about his struggle with mental illness you’ll see that it’s where my desire to share my struggle to forgive my mother (and likely some of my … Continue reading →

This past year since August almost everything in my life has been a teachable moment. In many ways I overcame growing up in a chaotic and unstable, unloving environment and experienced all the trappings of success as a functional member … Continue reading →

One of the most difficult things for me having grown up in a chaotic atmosphere was learning to listen to myself. I mean, I have always been able to sense and utilize my intuition which is a powerful force not … Continue reading →

When my dad had his first nervous breakdown he was stationed in Fairfield Alabama, a predominantly African American community during the late 1970s. Me and my family were the “other.” We were the odd ones out. I remember my parents … Continue reading →