Every year on Christmas Eve I gather together with friends and family to make gifts for the homeless. We like to sprinkle whatever looks and feels like love into gift boxes. So sometimes that turns out to be toothpaste and socks or soap. At other times it looks like bottled water and snacks or lotion.
I’ve loved the color purple since I was a girl. I keep a purple ink pen in my purse for making quick grocery lists or to write myself notes. Though I can be a little conservative, I love purple nail polish on my toes. I wear purple eyeliner on my bottom lid if I’m trying
I’ve been busy creating something big over the past several months but I can’t tell you about it yet because one of my rituals during my creative process is to keep my mouth shut until that special something is finished. The oven door on my project must stay tightly closed as though I’m baking a
“Map out a plan for your life and stay on track!” was the advice that a well-intentioned loved one shouted to me on the day I graduated from FAMU. And that’s exactly what I set out to do. I was busy calculating task lists and due dates for myself until I realized that in following
In the woods behind my back yard lives a tree named Gladys. I named her many years ago when I first noticed that she leans sideways. Crooked. One of her branches even grazes the dirt. And if you step back and take her all in at once, she might remind you of a very old woman, leaning