Love transcends time and space — As sure as the sun rises each morning, I know with certainty she will come. She’ll glide over mountain tops — skim the ocean blue. Test her wings with doves in flight to land within my view. Anyone close to my heart who passes over will find a portal back…

Love has everything to do with anything LOVE can seldom be returned in the exact manner of which it is given. LOVE is the singular reason for all joy and pain. LOVE is all encompassing in that it can heal a wound or prolong the suffering. LOVE is never enough…

A brother’s dying wish is the gift that keeps giving — Some stories breathe to take shape through other people — to deliver an extraordinary message of the human spirit that can motivate us all. This story was told to me twice. …

Christmas past and the bittersweet memory of a lost recipe — A thin sliver of creamy lemon goodness sat waiting, smudged in a frosty, glass pie dish. The last piece hidden behind a large container in the back of the refrigerator and her last pie. Every holiday, my mother-in-law would bake the entire family’s favorite dessert using lemons from her own…

No, not that Queen B. silly rabbit — It’s not unusual for my retired hubby to call me at work with an unexpected tale of sorts. Truth be told, he’s the real storyteller in the family. The man’s memory bank holds more stories than Barbara Cartland — the Guinness World Record holder for the most novels written in…

Our Hallmark card holiday is 364 days short — Motherhood is a dream come true for me. As a young woman, I wanted nothing more than to live a Black girl fairytale — meet my handsome prince, have a family and live happily ever after. It held the same weight, if not more than my level of desire to…

May the 4th be with you I was here long before Star Wars and no one asked my permission to use the date of my birth to commemorate a Hollywood blockbuster series, born in 1977. Nothing against the movie — I’m a fan too. Yoda is my jam cloaked in…

Peeping Toms and looky-loos are all the rage — Imagine as a writer, you’re a retailer at a mall where people peep inside your window, leave a grubby fingerprint from tapping on the glass, point to the outfit they can’t afford but drool over for a few minutes — then mosey on down to the food court to eat…

Rush hour is all day and night — People movers are flying faster than a speeding bullet train on the highway, residential streets, and school zones like it’s the Indy 500 morning, noon, and night — no matter the road conditions. Kids are in a mad rush to grow up. My job doesn’t allow me to savor the…