an open letter to beyonce knowles carter…
Dear Beyoncé, This letter is probably the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write to you. Okay, it’s the only letter I’ve written to you, but hear me out. Since your days in Destiny’s Child, I’ve been your Bug-a-Boo and remained a Survivor....
whistling, yelling, and cheering…
He would shout from the stands when no one else would. Screaming and coaching like he was the team manager. Play like the Germans, he would say, Good-en-Tight! His accent was thick and identifiable over any other fathers who politely cheered for their daughters on the...that’s what she said…
It has been said, a wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer. Since as far back as I can remember, I was always the child with questions. Why is God invisible? Why is that man sleeping under the freeway? Why do I have to...
great friday…
A blood-stained cross brought freedom for the captive, sight to the blind, life to the dead. Peter denied Him, Judas betrayed Him, Simon of Cyrene helped Him, Mary wept over Him, the people crucified Him, but now we exalt him. On this day thousands of years ago, a...
first ladies, preacher kids, and the truth…
I have no shame in admitting that I’m one for some reality television. Whether it’s HoneyBooBoo, Lisa Vanderpump, or Snooki, I’ve been open about my affinity to giving an occasional mazel to bad acting, horrible plot lines, and exploitation of people...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
