Yes, at birth, we all swallowed a mortal brew.
And because of it, my herstory is forever incomplete and undernourished
Some time ago, a dear friend asked, “If you could spend 24 hours with anyone, who would it be and what would you do?”
Pondering this question has unearthed deep cravings in me that I didn’t even know I had. It seems that I’m famished for connection, family history, and continuity. I suppose I’m greedy because I would want 48 hours: 24 hours with my maternal grandmother and 24 hours with my Dada.
Yes, there may be a way to take back your life in chunks
I can still remember the very first dress I had custom-made by a local dressmaker.
One day it will be too late to “mine” these goldmines. So get in there today and dig.
Not too long ago, my brother Jeffrey heard the soft sounds of tears from another room. He went to check it out and found his 16-year-old daughter weeping with her whole heart.
And do they make you proud?
Lately, it seems I am haunted by the countless choices and non choices I’ve made over the course of my life:
Ladies, it’s up to us and the real men who love and support us
We live in perilous times still! Humanity needs the inspired hearts and wills of sane women now. This has always been the truth. But today, for the first time in history, we can visually bear witness to the pain and suffering of others seven worlds away.
Like it or not, we now have a front-row seats to all this absurd misery live and in high-definition colour on our TVs at homes; on our smartphones and tablets; on magazine covers at the checkout lane; and even at the airport while we wait for our flight to board. There is literally no escape from the constant storm of images and disagreeable news.
You can deal with more batsh*t than you think
Don’t pray for an easy life. Pray for strength to endure a difficult one.~ Bruce Lee
I was diagnosed with a 2.5cm acoustic neuroma, a rare, “benign” brain tumor, in March 2011. I still wish to God I had never had this thing in my head or suffered for over a decade with the fallout of having something in my head that had no damn business in there. But I’m still here in 2021, and my batsh*t brain tumor journey has “gifted” me a lesson about what I am made of.
Did you know that the surface of this planet we call home is blanketed by over 70% water?
We human beings think. We talk. We strive. We judge. We choose. Endlessly.
FACT: One day it will be too late.