Category: Storytelling
Storytelling because I’m a Storyteller
Our weekend started off shaky, but we held on. We didn’t let go of God. Together, we held hands across the rope bridge. While the weekend still felt far away, a friend gave me a
My tools are out, drafted for duty into the unjust Hair War: shampoo, conditioner (wash-out and leave-in), combs, various brushes, and the blow dryer—silent, they stand ready to perform with grim obedience. I’m the villain
God help me, I wish I’d never started that pie. If I hadn’t been convinced my worth could be found and sifted together with flour and sugar, I might have avoided breaking my pie plate
I stand at the granite surface of the kitchen island, chopping kielbasa into coins and feeding dry spaghetti noodles through each smoky disc for a dish in progress for dinner. A lone fly buzzes around,
We moved from the old house—the only house our big kids had ever known—to have a basement like the one we have now. There was more to it, obviously: The old neighborhood was transitioning from
I say I’m a pinball, and I’m glad the machine belongs to God. I can look back and see that when I started dreaming about things and feeling an urgency to take certain steps, it
This year, I faced strange challenges in my role as mother and trainer of children. The whisper came back: Is another child of mine being mistreated because of the world’s unresolved issues with the meaning
“Ignorant” is actually the appropriate denotation – the definition of the idea that No One gave us all the things we have. That Nobody made all the things we see… But the word I prefer
I honestly forget who I am sometimes. I think I’m a writer. But writing’s ✍🏽 something I can do. I think of myself as “Mom,” especially because my people call me that – “Mom,” “Mama,”
God loves the people that annoy me. Do you know that God loves the people who annoy you? There was this lady I used to see – h e a r…talking…about fitness (in this and