For 43 years of my life we were hardly ever separated. I feel like I… Read the postThe Pastor’s Seat…
I think the way you grieve depends on your family. Often times in the black… Read the postMy new normal…
My roots and love for music were planted in this church. No matter what we… Read the postMy Foundation: Love, Language, and Music
Grief…man I have a lot of that. My childhood was spent on Shenandoah Avenue in… Read the postDear Granny…
I was cleaning out an old storage space, and reorganizing not only my life but… Read the postThe Misplaced Quilt…
This is where it all began. My grandfather built this house for his growing family… Read the postWhere the legacy began…
I often sit and reflect with my siblings; my older brother, younger sister and brother.… Read the postDon’t forget the NEHI Pop!
