when my grandchildren ask me what it was like to be alive at the same time as George Floyd and then wonder "what did you do?" i want this to be the story that gets told: this narrative of healing and restoration and the beauty of humanity and justice- the children of my children's children... Continue Reading →
little baby poem
I was promised constellations and blessings beyond measure. But I had to leave what I was taught in order to receive. God didn't just heal my body after you were born, but began healing generations. I know, I know that people cannot save you; but there is a cure when I look into your face.... Continue Reading →