Lifestyles of the Racially Ambiguous

It’s Black History Month and it’s also the month that black people made history. So I’ve been reflecting on my own journey. This one is for everybody out there with a severe case of racial imposter syndrome, you’re not alone. “In America, you don’t get to decide what race you are. It is decided for…

Grandpa

“As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work. While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.” John 9:4-5 As a young girl I wondered about him from the absences. Years later, I witnessed him in the transition. And now,…

Other.

In the lovely state of Michigan, 63 miles west of Detroit, off Interstate-96, you’ll find a commonly passed yet rarely noticed town by the name of Fowlerville. Pop off the highway and mosey through the street lined with fast food chains and Wal-Mart. Make your way down the main street to the single traffic signal in the center of town. Then…

Coming and Going

Somehow, even in the coming and going, I’ve found home. Home lives in the memories; in the streets, the steps, the couches, the movies, the conversations, the meals, the porches, and the memorable moments. I’ve done a lot of leaving, yet I remain convinced that the reason I can leave confidently is because I know that when I return to the people I love, I will always be returning home.

T-minus 7 Days

I have an amazing grandmother. She is a gifted woman who loves to sew. Years ago she volunteered to make me a t-shirt blanket using old shirts I had accumulated. The first one had a conglomeration of shirts from sports I played, camps I went to, girl scout crafts and the occasional favorite printed tee…