My grandmother began to decline after my cousin’s baby died at two years old. My… Read the postA Christmas We Will NEVER Forget…
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Big Al would be described as a super cool guy. He was the Superfly type… Read the postDeja Vu at the Horseshoe
The atmosphere is reminding me of the history that was made similar to the Presidential… Read the postRegistered to Vote
My sons and I were supposed to go fishing on a Sunday morning. Going fishing… Read the post“Gone Fishing” – Waiting for the Sunrise…
My mother was my best friend but more than a friend, but she was still… Read the postWhen there’s words left to say…
In 1959, we moved to South Bend, Indiana, and at that point I was raised… Read the postIn search of the Light…
There are days when I have no words. None. There were weeks when I couldn’t… Read the postSome days you have no words…
I can remember being a teenager saying that I wanted to die before my mother,… Read the postThe Triple Threat: Black, Educated, and Grieving…
