When an international magazine editor sits down on a chair called “the black woman chair,” for an editorial magazine… …heads are scratched. Pearls are actually clutched. Swear words are articulated. Anger is not just in the head or heart, it is felt in the body. From anger to sadness to despair. Then you remember this […]
My Day in Court. When God Presides.
photo credit I’ve been speaking and giving testimonies surrounding just about every aspect of the abuse I went through, the court system, etc. I’ve spoke about everything from my crazy dysfunctions to the long and arduous healing process. The one thing I haven’t done is written about it…well, not publicly. I’ve been working on getting […]
Sex. Abuse. Jesus. Poverty. Prostitution. Slam Poetry. Coulda killed me.
Dave & I saw these dudes perform today. They are Gabe & Kirk of Kinetic Affect, masters of spoken word / slam poetry. They were some kind of amazing. Super deep. Awesome. Engaging, raw, challenging & over-the-top talented. I was affected. What struck me about their pieces was how real-life it was. They spoke of […]
Youv'e read the 1st chapter, now the real story…
Thanks for all the feedback facebooker’s & blogging friends! When I went to school yesterday I could tell who among my seminary friends had read the chapter by the way they looked at me. They gave me real long silent & serious stares usually followed by something like, “I never knew.” That always makes me […]
Release of my 1st Chapter!! Sneak Peek of my book…
I’ve been reading Stephen King’s hillarious and irreverent memoir on writing. (My husband thinks old Stevie is charming me as watches me smile & giggle my way through it). Anyway, he talks about how he was formed into a writer, not made. He talks about needing some basic skill sets to be a good writer. […]
The miseducation of Jerald Degraffenreid
Thanks to the wide world of facebook, last week I connected with Jerald Degraffenreid. Who? Jerald Degraffenreid. The only black person I know with a last name longer than 12 letters. Also, my nearest & dearest friend growing up in the 17,000th block of Braile in Detroit, MI. Our houses were literally no more […]