The idea behind “The Blessing Jar” is being aware of, well, positive moments. Blessings. In the words of one of my pastor mentors, “Celebrate the Wins.”
It was being the neighborhood — nay, the family’s — personal police officer that Officer Friendly, became his friendliest. Reluctantly, but reliably. Get pulled over? Call Billy. Court date? Call…
“I never thought I’d live to see this!” A black man elected President of the United States. But, when MaMa said it, the phrase had deeper meaning.
“I bet you get a lot of crap about your name!” mused the car rental clerk while typing my driver’s license number. Whether instigated by Austin Powers, The Slasher Killer, or my own insecurities, being me hasn’t been easy. I cope by creating my own fun.
The life of “The Ten Commandments” was its action. Its significance was family bonding. We not only embrace unity and laughter, but ethnic pride.
Come December and you begin looking for Christmas gifts for the young set, you learn you’re not as grown up as you thought.
If you’ve ever been in a mall and lost your kids, you can imagine how Joseph and Mary felt running around looking for Jesus. For three days.
What do Santa Claus, James Earl Jones, Othello and tulips have in common? This updated memoir ties the Christmas threads.
May I always remember my images of the morning of Sept. 11, 2001. But the images I wish to forever claim are of two freshly dressed, backpacked little girls standing on a sidewalk in Carol Stream, IL at 8:23 AM, CDT.
Vik & I had a rare Saturday at home. Who needs ancestry.com when you have stuff in the garage?