As a Black girl in the 90’s people were always surprised that I couldn’t sing or dance. Despite resenting the attempts at forcing me into this narrow stereotype, I will fully admit that dancing escaped me.

FROM THE QUILL

DIVE IN

WRITING AS RELEASE

Lately more than ever the evolving concept and reality of community have been my saving grace during this time of upheaval and uncertainty. It is the community that I am brought back to again and again.

FROM THE QUILL

DIVE IN

prose with purpose

Since Covid came through and swept us up into a state of stillness, reflection and a bit of life assessment, I have come to realize that I had been sold a big, big, big lie.

FROM THE QUILL

DIVE IN

WRITING AS RELEASE

When my estranged husband and father of my four young children passed away suddenly almost 9 years ago the one thing I heard over and over again was how strong I was. This despite the fact that I stopped eating for the most part, I couldn’t care for my children adequately, and I would spend most days staring out the window of our home.

FROM THE QUILL

DIVE IN

prose with purpose