It's been awhile since I wrote about our house fire in July 07, but it's always therapeutic and my thoughts about it are still evolv...

Coffee is an acquired taste sort of bittersweet like a long kiss goodbye

Whenever you leave, a part of my heart always goes along with you

For Egypt, for my LGBTQ friends, for my child, and for everyone I've ever loved . . . A thousand years from now our children's ch...

The mirror does not lie does not reveal my story The lie does not reveal does not mirror my story My story does not mirror does no...

In honor of Black History Month The twisted branches of my family tree she told me on her knee The twisted tales of my Uncle and Aun...

Johnny prayed every night. He prayed that dad would fall down drunk and that mom would get some sleep. He prayed that bruises would hea...

She stored her secrets in a locket that she wore around her neck for all to see, but never to touch

Like a handful of sawdust abrasive words are shaved, scattered, and finally lost

"we are each the love of someone's life" Sometimes he smiled shyly sneaking glances from across the classroom Sometimes ...