No More Lies
The rising sun has yet to beat me to the coffee pot, and the sacred hush of predawn solitude is my nourishment this morning. The deafening quiet allows my creative spirit to rise from her slumber. My feet are not…
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Welcome To The Dance
The Saturday mornings of my youth were spent dancing to the funky rhythms with the Soul Train gang, and wishing I was black. It was 1971, I was fourteen, and as Soul Train made it’s television debut, R & B…
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Write As Though My Life Depends On It
The simple words of a quote written on archival paper brought forth a rush of longing and peaceful insight. “Work to become not to acquire”. Bursting forth the seedlings of understanding and revelation, our trip to Buffalo to visit our…
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