It’s Father’s Day today and I’m thinking about my father, my hero. When I was sixteen most of my friends were married and had children. My father didn’t want that for me. You see, my father knows what it’s like to marry young. He never had an opportunity to go school because he had a… Read More My Father Believed in Me
My name is Folani. At the age of 16, I was forced to marry the man who raped me so that I wouldn’t bring shame on my family. He wanted to marry me but after I rejected him, he raped me. I told my my mother what he had done to me and she insisted… Read More Folani’s Story
Find joy in everything you choose to do. Every job, relationship, home… it’s your responsibility to love it, or change it – Chuck Palahniuk Change is a good thing–sometimes. It takes courage to step outside of your comfort zone and follow your dreams wherever they take you. You will have the naysayers and doubters on… Read More Do it
I drift from memory to another, yearning for you. Why did it have to end? I thought we were so happy. You said that you loved being with me. Being in my arms was where you longed to be. You said it made you feel safe. My kisses warmed your heart. My love was like… Read More Waiting/Yearning #writephoto
I had the dream again last night. I was lying on a bed of pink roses and other flowers, my eyes were closed as I inhaled their sweet fragrance. I was wearing a pink tee shirt. It actually looked good on me although pink isn’t my color. In fact, I don’t own anything pink. I… Read More The Flower Bed
She changed the face of medicine It was being raised by a kind aunt who spent much of her time caring for sick neighbors and her desire to relieve the suffering of others which led Rebecca Lee Crumpler down the a career path that would earn her the distinction of being the first African American… Read More Rebecca Lee Crumpler
Every time I walk past the mural on the street where I used to live, I stop and stare at it. Memories of my friend, Jesse flood my mind. He was a phenomenal artist. I honestly think he was born to be one. It was his passion. It was what made him a beacon of… Read More Jesse/Imagination #writephoto
He lost his balance and fell over, arms flailing helplessly while others watched in horror. He landed on the rocks. Death was instant. That was a year ago. The memories and troubled dreams made it feel like it happened yesterday. She stood in the packed auditorium, watching the young faces, some of them familiar. Taking… Read More MADS
I stood before the shed where they found my friend, Danny. We used to hang out every day, daydreaming about how we were going to change the world. He wanted to be a lawyer for the poor and disadvantaged while I dreamed of being a social worker. Danny was more than a friend to me. … Read More Danny
She was in the attic, lit candles in her hand. While the others were in the drawing room, she had slipped out and come up here, curiosity stronger than caution and common sense. Philip had shown her every part of the manor, except the attic. Why? Was there something up there that he didn’t want… Read More The Attic #writephoto
Notes to Women 