#PuertoRicoStrong

If I wasn’t alive to see it, I’d swear it was a lie.

An annexed American territory since 1898, the citizens given American citizenship in 1917, has citizens dying of cholera because there is not enough access to clean drinking water. The other disease caused by dirty water is dysentery. If there is no clean water, you can bet there is no sanitation. If there is no sanitation, rampant disease outbreaks follow.

It is 2017.

We have access to the iPhone 8 and X next month, but no nobody on and in a US Territory has access to correct temperature insulin. Like…I can’t!


This impostor, 45, went to the country and made matters that much worse. He lives for photo ops, extraneous bullshit, and random confusion. Throwing paper towels at people, looking like he could care less, and then threatening to pull supplies and manpower from a territory devastated by a natural disaster on your watch? Plus it’s now going into a MONTH after Hurricane Maria hit for this half-assed response?

You cannot tell me this isn’t motivated by money and race. The mayor of a US City is being broadcast on its nation’s same broadcasting services begging for help, and to be given TWEETS about how that nation needs to pay its debt and that “they can’t get help forever”?

If I wasn’t alive to see it, I’d swear it was all a lie. 

The current President of these dissociated Unites States is a racist, fueled by avarice and the worst kind of indifferent malice. He has become drunk on the hype that being white, ‘wealthy’ and affluent has afforded him. But the emperor is naked.

The emperor is naked. 

But the worst part? When he is told he is naked, you’re the liar. The GOP is standing by watching Nero burn Rome, but, because nothing is affecting them and the erasure of the previous president is a life goal, they don’t give a damn.

Even if people die while Rome is burning.


*People are mad that Lin-Manuel Miranda said 45 is going to Hell over what he’s done. The worst thing? The President doesn’t care. Please consider giving to the relief effort in Puerto Rico. Thank you.

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Sounds Of Silence 

“Who run the world? Girls!”

-Beyoncé Knowles Carter

I saw this hashtag on Twitter Friday morning as I was letting my less-than-140 characters be known. This boycott was in the indomitable and beautiful Kerry Washington’s timeline, along with the ever vigilant Alyssa Milano’s.

This boycott came about because Twitter suspended the account of actress Rose McGowan because she said something the gods of Twitter didn’t like in regards to men and sexual assault.

Yet, there are women verbally assaulted on Twitter all the time. And we have a president that grabs pussy.

Okay, Twitter. Okay.


I’m a writer; words are what I do. I am a woman. Society, compiled with regular life, tries to take my words (and the thoughts which power them) from me on a daily basis. I did not participate in this boycott because as a woman of color, especially one that uses her words as weapons and her vocabulary as a prolific arsenal, I don’t have an option to shut up.

“If you remain silent about your pain, they will kill you and say you enjoyed it.”

-Zora Neale Hurston

I support any woman that is sentient and salient about the reality round about her. I support any woman whom saw it as duty to boycott Twitter or to yell from keyboards. That is not the debate.
I didn’t participate because I have too much to say, and by God, black women are silenced enough. I’m not going to go and shut up willingly.

The world is too askew to take a day off. The world is too obsessed with avarice to not be vigilant. The world is too rife with the demolition of self on all fronts to not sound the alarm.

Nah, I’m not going to shut up. Imma show up. I will not shrink or go away. The world will deal with me.

2017 LIEBSTER AWARD 


This is surreal!

This virtual award is given/presented given to bloggers by bloggers to boost their viewership. Liebster is a German word meaning sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, pleasant, valued, cute, and welcome.

I want to thank the beautiful Chelsea Elliot of N. Chi’s World (http://www.nchisworld.com, on Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/nchisworld.com for her nomination for this award. If you haven’t done so, visit her site and be reminded of the dynamic nature of your own self! We as women sometimes are the hardest critics of ourselves and the last priorities of the endless lists of our own making. I thank you, Chelsea, and wish you continued success and blessings!
Before getting to the nitty-gritty, there is a fun portion of the award acceptance where you have to tell 10 random facts about yourself, so here goes.

  1. My middle name was taken from the soap opera Falcon Crest.
  2. One of my favorite actors is/was Phillip Seymour Hoffman.
  3. I love ancient history.
  4. I learned classic mythology before traditional fairytales.
  5. My favorite movie is Carmen Jones.
  6. I took 3 years of high school Spanish.
  7. I keep food in my purse.
  8. I am a blerd (Black Girl Nerd).
  9. I learned to read at 4.
  10. My favorite books of the Bible are the Gospel of Luke, Esther and 1 Samuel. (I once wanted to be a nun.)

My favorite blog that I love (other than this one, which I encourage you to follow!) is Black Girl Nerds (http://blackgirlnerds.com). When I first became exposed to social media and garnered more interest in the communities exposed therein, I came across Black Girl Nerds on Twitter.  I was amazed because this was something I longed for as a quiet, awkward black girl in public school in St. Louis, MO.

I loved the topics and the live-tweeting of geeky television shows, and the podcast just made me happy. I cannot express how thrilled I am that this site exists and that I’m alive to see it. As a black woman that writes, I cannot help but beam every time the newsletter appears in my inbox. Black Girl Nerds helps me to remember the portion of myself that still cheers at every Marvel-themed movie or new book that comes out or when #DemThrones is on. It reminds me to keep being playful, not childish.
RULES AND OVERVIEW:

This is a Award is voluntary, and nominated blogs* must adhere to the following (taken from theglobalaussie.com):

Back in 2011 the rules were a simple case of acknowledgement of the nominator and to nominate 5 more. Now in 2017 it is a little more involved and will continue to evolve as blogging becomes more accessible.

If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award AND YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you should do the following:
Thank the person who nominated you, and put a link to their blog on your blog. Try to include a little promotion for the person who nominated you. They will thank you for it and those who you nominate will also help you out as well.

Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.) At the bottom of this post, I’ve included a whole lot of images you can use for your 2017 Liebster Award.

For the 2017 Liebster Award, I will be shaking things up! Write a 150-300 word post about your favourite blog that is not your own. Explain why you like the blog, provide links.

Provide 10 random facts about yourself. (This year I’m making this optional. If you wish to engage with your readers it’s a great idea to include random facts about you.)

Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 200 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)

List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here or simply link to this post.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:

Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post or mine if you don’t have all the information so that they can learn about it (they might not have heard of it).

Nominated Blogs:

 Kimberly Thomas Harvell- Autism Mom With A Masters (http://asdmommed.com)

Breanna Edwards-Brecapri (http://brecapri.com)

Tiffany Bivins-Words By Tiffany (http://wordsbytiffany.com)
Ijoema Hadassah Regala-For Brown Moms (http://brownmomrising.com)

Marissa Southards- The Awakenings Project (http://theawakeningsproject.wordpress.com)
Rules for accepting:
*Taken from http://theglobalaussie.com

What to Do if Nominated for the Liebster Award

Back in 2011 the rules were a simple case of acknowledgement of the nominator and to nominate 5 more. Now in 2017 it is a little more involved and will continue to evolve as blogging becomes more accessible.
If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award AND YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you should do the following:
Thank the person who nominated you, and put a link to their blog on your blog. Try to include a little promotion for the person who nominated you. They will thank you for it and those who you nominate will also help you out as well.

Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.) At the bottom of this post, I’ve included a whole lot of images you can use for your 2017 Liebster Award.

For the 2017 Liebster Award, I will be shaking things up! Write a 150-300 word post about your favourite blog that is not your own. Explain why you like the blog, provide links.

Provide 10 random facts about yourself. (This year I’m making this optional. If you wish to engage with your readers it’s a great idea to include random facts about you.)

Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 200 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)

List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here or simply link to this post.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:

Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post or mine if you don’t have all the information so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it! Post a comment in the comments below so I can view your post and check out your blog. I personally visit each and everyone. I visited a few hundred last year!!

If you have been nominated before at any time please share the love. Many people believe the Liebster award is similar to a chain email/letter and sure it shares similarities but the underlining idea is to help promote each others’ blogs.

The Strength To Wonder


There is a portion of faith that is driven solely by imagination.  Even the Scriptures remind us to ask for what we want, not doubt, and to believe that we have what we ask for even as we ask for it.

Sometimes, as adults, that is a constant reminder of the necessity of having child-like faith:  it’s the coin of the realm of belief. Sometimes in order for new things to happen, believing that they will is the first step.

However, there is an esoteric nature to telling what you want or need to the Creator, to a High Power, the Almighty.  While doing so, have the audacity to believe that the being, with all power to sustain full utilization of the universe seen and unseen, will acknowledge you. From that acknowledgment, He will answer you in accordance to the greater plan and purpose for your life.

Incredible.


What I have found, especially in the position in Christian ministry I occupy, is that sense of hope and wonder you fight to maintain. You fight to maintain it because the onslaught of the world contends with you to siphon out any sense of love, hope, faith or wonder.

It is by hope that we can we believe and seek the better. However, if we cannot see the better, no hope exists. If there is no hope that exists, there can be nothing else that will exist outside of it.


In the space which God’s grace allows me to occupy, I have learned to maintain that sense of hope—from it, I cultivate gratitude. I am grateful for the minuscule and the grand because my hope lies in the sustainer of all those things given to me.

It is in that hope that I can and do wrap myself when life becomes overwhelming.  In that time away from the diverse temptations of the world, I get to see as children do again:  the world as open and accessible. I get to ask for what I want, beyond a Santa Claus capacity.  The relationship forged in those moments results in an intimacy incomparable.

It is the intimacy that grants me strength to believe for better and know that better will come. With the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune accosted as an affront to my person daily, I am settled to know I don’t walk through this life alone.

Even if I were to give in to that, as I sometimes have, I am reassured it is only for a short time—and He whom sustains the world by desire of thought is never far from me…neither will He take me where He cannot be, for that is not His nature.

Of this knowledge, in this space, I can recite one of the first scriptures I had ever learned, from the book of Esther 4, verse 14 (I learned it in the King James Version):

Tired Phrases

“This is the worst mass shooting in US history.”

I am so sick of hearing this phrase. I’m tired of death being so…common.

I am old enough to remember what happened on April of 1999. I remember coming home from school, two months before graduation, and turning on the news to see kids my age running out of a school in Colorado with what can only be described as panic and terror.

Then I saw it in Paducah, KY.

Pearl, MS.

And this rash of school shooting, mixed in with regular murder, before I graduated high school that June—and I still remember where I was on 9/11/01…and when Sandy Hook happened, Virginia Tech, and when the crazed man killed more children…this time in the Amish school…Orlando, and now Las Vegas.

I’m tired of this phrase. I’m tired of blood. I’m tired of the NRA wiping blood away with money.

I’m tired…

And I’m tired of this being sanctioned. And pulled away from the light of scrutiny.


I’m tired of experts, pundits and reporters fighting about the Second Amendment as if it were some holy writ on cable news and other media outlets.

ProTip:  It isn’t.

Like all hurt, mad children whom know they are in trouble and their toys are about to be taken, gun enthusiasts clutch their AK’s, rifles and Desert Eagles with their Bible like there is a no-knock warrant being served. You cannot defend murder like this with the interest of public safety in mind. The illusion of that is broken by virtue of the overzealous nature of police in dealing with people of color.

This has got to stop.

Much like the Columbine flower here, native to the town in Colorado that shares an infamous name, there is hope. That hope is at the root level: acknowledgement with appropriate action. That, and a good dose of common sense. Starting with this question:

“What is a gun, and what is it used for?”

1-We first have to admit that guns, by design, are weapons that hurt, maim and kill people.

2-No matter the manufacturer, no matter the caliber, no matter the intention, the basic design and purpose for a gun is to be a weapon.

From here, we can discuss why one shouldn’t have an AK-47 to shoot beer cans in the backyard.

Called Black Female


The first woman I had ever seen preach was Dr. Juanita Bynum.
I was raised in a household with a semblance of faith but noncommittal in its practice, meaning I knew there was a God and went to a family church on associated important holidays, and that was it.

At 16, I was baptized, and at 19, I got serious about my faith. It was at that age that I saw Dr. Bynum on TBN.  I thought she was—incredible. She was unlike anything I had ever come across, and I was mesmerized.  Her sermon, her voice, and her presence made me remember what I had told God soon after my baptism:  “I want to be a mighty woman for You.” I didn’t want to be a clone of Dr. Bynum, but I was more confident that I could be like her—I had an example to follow.

There have been moons and years past that TBN viewing, and I have been blessed to meet women who look like that preach the Gospel, indeed the Good News, of Jesus Christ. As I found my own footing in the preaching of the Gospel at 31, I encountered what most women have when accepting this same call:

This blog, and its associated space, is not adequate to disseminate and exegete this scripture, neither is it to debate it from the standpoint of Joel and what he references in regards to daughters or the importance of Deborah in the Book of Judges.

What I can say is there are women that are called to preached the Gospel, and it was a woman that trained and taught me how to operate (read:  work) in a ministerial capacity. It was a woman that affirmed me in my call and taught me this one piece of information that I cling to:

Stand flat-footed and say what God has to say and let that be it. It’s not your job to make them believe, only be obedient.”

-A. Marie Bell

This is a journey I never envisioned for myself. I have found myself in heated discourse with people whom don’t believe I am who I say I am because of my gender and wish to muzzle me because of gender and color.

In this hewn space, indeed, you have to be made and taken from some sort of rock to be both called and black in the same space. One does not seem to overrule the other.


In times of great distress and wanting to give up, I am thankful that God has seen fit to give me a core group of women that I can cling to and glean from and follow their example. From that group, I find the following:

1-Reassurance. I’m not alone nor crazy, and I am needed and necessary in this, the Body of Christ.

2-Strength. I have seasoned women of God in my midst that remind me that I have more in me that I ever thought— I can be tired, but I can’t give up. These women give me practical advice along with the knowledge that the path to my destiny is indeed a process:  I will not die in the getting there.

3. Balance. From these sage mother figures, I learn from their examples, are privy to their failures, and learn that my first ministry is to my family. Ministry is not something that should throw your life off so much that you cannot give to anything else.

4. Hope. From these women that look like me I get the sense of community as well as the understanding and reassurance that I don’t have to be perfect. I get the example of what grace looks like when allowed to operate in other arenas. I get the responsibility of becoming my own person. The most precious thing? I get affirmation that being me is enough. I don’t have to become anyone else or change myself to do what God has called me to do.

From these pieces, I can go in difference spaces retaining my personhood, embody my call whether I’m asked to speak or teach or preach, and be settled in the question of who I am. From that, I can do anything.

Blood Signs Our Name


I have never been ashamed to be black. I was never taught to fear people that looked like me or to hate my mirrored complexion. In times such as these, it is easier to shy from it to be able to blend in and make no waves.

I’m glad that I don’t live in that time and am not that person.

I am reminded of a story Buck O’Neil told about Jackie Robinson. There was a gas station the Kansas City Monarchs stopped at where Jack wanted to use the restroom while the team filled up. The white man that owned the gas station wouldn’t let Jack use restroom, so Jack told him to take the fuel pump out of the team bus’s tank.

The conclusion? Jack used restroom, and the team got gas. Hold on. I know the wheels are spinning, so let me help you.

It’s simple economics:  supply and demand.

And now, black blood is a commodity to be sold and marketed. Supply the murder, demand justice, supply a settlement.

My people are not chattel. We are not property. The lives of my people aren’t secret commerce nor our bodies red meat to appease and assuage white supremacy’s jackals whom wish to will us all away, paying blued foot soldiers to do their bidding.

The blood of husbands, wives, sons and daughters, and extended family is not a traded commodity. Law enforcement does not get God status for a job they applied for to harangue POC whose skin color was never a job choice nor a weapon.


They will hear us.

They will stop killing us.

We understand the only way this unjust system will recognize our humanity, our rightful citizenry, and our full personhood is the removal of black dollars and complete  resistance to white supremacy.

It is understood now that economic disparity is institutional and systematically stacked towards the financial immobility of POC. However, with those monies redistributed in our communities, the repairs within our own social/financial infrastructure can begin.

There is not enough money to buy or replace life or its delegated, selected promises that life will now leave undone. There is no settlement that can be given to settle a murder at the hand of those that protect and serve.

We haven’t forgotten.

We indeed, like Sunni Patterson, said, “We know this place.” We know it like the end of the horror movies we saw where the black kid doesn’t make it.

This time…we will.

“I believe that we will win.”

-Rep. Bruce Franks, Jr.

MO-(D), House Of Representatives