
April 25th.
Used to be a date on the calendar. A gift like every day is, but, well, ordinary. Unremarkable.
It wore the same color as its twenty-nine colleagues.
Until that one time.
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April 25th.
Used to be a date on the calendar. A gift like every day is, but, well, ordinary. Unremarkable.
It wore the same color as its twenty-nine colleagues.
Until that one time.
Continue readingWe all want to be seen.
We all want to be heard.
Years ago I voiced an audiobook that, among other things, contained speeches of early Black American leaders.
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I wrote this while processing a school shooting earlier this year. I hoped it’d be just that. Digital therapy for the author’s sorrow. Of no practical future relevance.
But sometimes, far too often it seems, hope weeps. And today it did. Again.
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Along with my brother and sister, I was honored to share a tribute to my Daddy at his funeral service yesterday. It was a hard and beautiful day. This is what I shared.
Continue readingMay flowers. And other things.
Continue readingAn idea I’m playing with. Some stories from the past. And a lesson or two for what’s ahead. Perhaps a podcast?
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