The Good Read

The Good Read. I’ve been a Christian for awhile now. Eighteen years to be exact. My grandfather was a pastor. And both my parents followed in his footsteps and became pastors. And on top of all that I led a bible study for four out of my five years of college. So basically as you…

Social Media n Jesus?

Social Media n Jesus? I’ve been a writer since I was little. Like pretty darn little. So little, that I was forced to scribble my version of cursive on pages and pages of paper and then recite what it “said.” Then I grew up and my sister introduced me to the world of blogging and…

Standing Still

Standing Still. There’s nothing worse than standing still. That horrid antsy feeling that comes over you as you stand in the back of a line, in view of the awaited object, but your heavy boots are plastered to the ground tiles, as you’re sandwhiched between your past position and your future. I hate standing still….

A Fun Christian

A Fun Christian. Becoming a Christian these days means gaining a checklist. Or even more accurately a “Do Not” list. Do not drink. Do not cheat. Do not lie. Do not have sex before marriage. Do not do drugs. Don’t dress inappropriately. The list just piles up on all the things we can’t do. And that…

Partners in Prayer

Partners in Prayer. Growing up I heard the same faith-related phrases over and over to the point they didn’t mean much to me. I never felt obligated or inspired to explore them. I honestly thought they were just some cute and optional faith accessory. For instance, Prayer Partners. I mean it made sense I guess….

“Black” in America

“Black” in America. I  have such a unique experience and sometimes I’m scared to express it. Is my black experience in America valid? Or did I live the wrong life and now I can’t share it? Did I live in the right neighborhood? Did I strut the right style? Did I like the right foods?…

Post Grad Feels.

Post Grad Feels. Fogged. The world around me, blurred pixels. These days I’m absolutely lost. LOST.

Do It For Who?

Do It For Who? Laying in bed with only string lights to illuminate my pages, I opened my journal for the first time in months. The sound of Kari Jobe serenaded my sheets. Anxiety was creeping up like acid reflux. I sat praying for a spiritual Tums to suppress my anxiety, just enough so I…

A Samaritan Kind of Love

A Samaritan Kind of Love. I’ve read it a few times. Heard the story countless times. Yet in a blink of an eye it all came to me in a fresh new way. The words came popping off the page in a manner I never knew existed, they penetrated my soul giving me insight I thought…

Despite Me.

Despite Me. Look at me. Look at where I sit now. Looking at me like nothing happened. But something did happen. I doubted my ability to be in this exact room, this exact seat. The seat housed in an institution that looked too prestigious, too intelligent for a girl like myself. Too expensive for a…

Biffster Love

Biffster Love. You may ask… “What’s a biffster?” Honestly I wasn’t quite sure what it was myself until I met Inga. She is the perfect embodiment of a best friend and a sister. Thus a biffster. And she demonstrated the validity of this title this summer when she took a little flight from Yonkers, New…

Trophy-less Love

  Trophy-less Love. Five years old and there was a ball at my feet. My mind was shaped around sport. How to keep the ball, how to steal the ball, how to attack, how to defend, ingrained before the age of six. Only the blood on your feet, the sweat on your brow, and tears…