When I dropped Mandy home, she wanted me to spend the rest of the day with her but I told her that I had things to do and asked for a raincheck. She was disappointed but after hugging and kissing me, she saw me to the door. On my way down in the elevator, I… Read More Our Afternoon in Concord
Ever since I was a child, I used to gaze at my reflection in the pond or in the looking glass and wonder what was wrong with me–why my father didn’t love me. He has never shown me any affection. How I longed for a kind word, a tenderness in his manner toward me but… Read More My Father
I stood there in the secluded spot and tranquil place where we used to meet. It was our secret place where we could love each other freely. Back there it was against the law for a white man and a black woman to have relations. Race mixing as they called it was banned. The punishment… Read More Love Lives On/Tranquil #writephoto
After he washed and dried his face, Mr. Thornber walked to the window and looked out. His room afforded him one of the most pleasant views of the grounds. It was another rather agreeable afternoon. The first signs of spring were visible. He could see the buds on the trees and the emergence of the… Read More Mr. Thornber’s Distress/Fall #writephoto
Therefore with joy you will draw water From the wells of salvation – Isaiah 12:3 It’s that time of the year again when we raise awareness about clean water, something that is not accessible in some parts of the world. It is hard to imagine living in a community where there is no clean water for drinking, cooking… Read More Clean and Living Water
Notes to Women 