Commuting on the bus and Metro give me the wonderful opportunity to write; I love it! 6:25 am in the morning. It’s gotten mighty cold in the dirty south, about 39 degrees right now with wind chill factor….brrrrr! Makes me appreciate home even more. Wish I was still under the covers. Thankful tho’ for another day […]
Home, no place like it! Read More »
If only… It’s awesome the array of emotions the Creator has given to each of us. They can lie dormant until a situation arises that causes our response. Our emotions are neither positive nor negative; it’s HOW we respond – our action and/or reaction. Each of us has the power to CHOOSE how we respond.
On being single… …. ain’t nothing wrong with it. As the holidays approach pay no mind to articles or radio talk shows or conversations that attach a stigma to being single. I repeat ain’t nothing wrong with you or me. Enjoy whatever your status. If you ain’t happy with what that status might be then
Monday, 11/22/2010 (5:30 am) Woke up this morning with the lines of a poem I wrote years ago titled To a Friend. I realize now that thoughts of Denis hovered yesterday while I was at the Miami Book Fair as an author, showcasing two of my published books. It was as if Denis was reaching
HIV/AIDS, Cancer, Poverty…why I MUST care! So must You! Read More »
True story: I was commuting home this evening. While waiting on the 2nd bus to arrive, I briefly glanced at the time: 5:13 pm. Good. This gives me a few minutes to continue reading a book by Neal A. Lester titled Ntosake Shange: A Critical Study of the Plays (1995). I was happy I’d get home
Ordinary Encounter….what say you? – November 17, 2010 Read More »
(Wednesday, 7/20/1994) During the past 10 years that I’d known Bernie, I came to realize that when he was around, there was never a dull moment. There was always something done or said that would bring a smile to your face. (It took me a while to get use to his brand of humor because
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Sunday, December 13, 1992 For the countless times you encouraged me, and the sleepless nights you watched over me, For the many tears that you shed for me, and the many prayers that you prayed for me: I want you to know that I can never repay for all of the sacrifices that you have
(Dedicated to my co-worker Denis Knaack – Tuesday, 7/28/1992 @ 6:20 am) Something caught my eye at work this morning That really touched my heart. Seeing what I saw was really not expected And it gave me quite a start. There on the table was a roll of tissue Wrapped in ribbons of purple, pink
I believed in you.I thought you were my friend.We laughed, cried and ate together.I was sure that on you I could depend. I loved you.For you I’d do anything, gladly giving up my life –Climb every mountain, cross every valley.We made a great team: I was glad to be your wife. We dreamed dreams and
