He was an average 17-year-old young man, preparing to start his senior year of high… Read the postMeet me at the b-ball court!
My son played baseball across the street from my grandmother’s house. My mom would walk… Read the postTake me out to the ball game…
My dad was affectionately called Bunny (because he was born on Easter), and our family… Read the postBunny Hop and BBQ!
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 grandfather passed away on October 7, 2014. I don’t talk about it as much,… Read the postThis is our land!
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…
