Matching Energy

My family tends to bring the best out of me, even when I’m not at my best.

Black to the Woods

How a weekend camping with two other black families led to healing and restoration.

A dream (not) deferred…

One of my favorite poems from my youth is the Langston Hughes classic that reads: What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry upLike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore–And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over–like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it…

Dadman Walking Daze

Thankful for the moments that snap me out of the “dadman walking” daze.