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. Could have been the original storyteller forgot he told me the first time, or the universe needed me to…

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…

We have enormous power to erect positivity and goodwill, too — Gifts are for children Toys are for tots Bundle and share love from the depths of an open heart Spread love’s wildfire throughout our troubled world Unharness the power of kindness watch riches of peace unfurl The hubby and I went to the equivalent of a tiny desk concert downtown…

Is writer’s block a figment of our imagination or lack thereof? — I’ve been on a mission ever since I overheard a conversation at Peet’s Coffee & Tea a few months ago. By the way, if you’ve never tried cocaine, Peet’s is a cheaper, legal alternative. California boasts seventy percent of its coffee shops. We get it in, but addiction is costly…

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you ~ Maya Angelou — “Would you care if I die?” The sudden outburst in the middle of our conversation flitted above my head. A hummingbird of pitiful words flying, pecking their way straight into the still thick air between us. I wasn’t sure, so I didn’t answer Mom. Stunned by a question I was…

A true spooktacular tale Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Life doesn’t frighten me at all Not at all Not at all. Life doesn’t frighten me at all.~ Maya Angelou, And still I rise I lie still as a vacant corpse in…

How much time do you have? — Honey chile, if I had all the time I’ve spent in Black beauty salons back, I could have written at least three 500-page novels, earned five Masters degrees, run 10 marathons, won a Nobel peace prize, and traveled to every country in the world. As Black women, we take our…