But, God Still Loves Me

Tre is my friend, occasional writing partner, and my most trusted editor. She is making some changes, and I’m boosting her signal in hopes that my friends become her friends and show her some love.

A Cornered Gurl

My Tears Tell Me So

IMG_20170402_102759A caterpillar isn’t told when it’s time to free itself from its cocoon and fly, it simply knows. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

I have been carrying a weight so heavy, it is hard to bring forth its reveal without losing some parts of me in the process. I am the adult child of a Preacher. Not just a Preacher, but a Southern Black Episcopalian Preacher/Elder/Minister who came from a devout Southern Black Baptist family. I was taught who to be, how to be, and what to be while in the walls of my parents’ home until our home fell apart. I wanted to lose myself in the world because my world was no more.

Divorce to a twelve-year-old who had an intense bond with her father is crippling. I searched in many areas for bits of my fatherOur apartment did not smell…

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