Our past, every bit of it good and bad, makes us who we are today. It makes us appreciate where we are now. I was driving home from work one-day last month when I saw something that made me stop…

In that garden, she planted the seeds of self-confidenceand self-love in my soul. Her flower garden was always lovely, the envy of her pristine neighborhood. My paternal grandmother could grow anything it seemed, and when we would visit her in…

I credit Mrs. Jones. She planted the seed. She made me believe I could be a writer. I remember coming into my second-grade classroom, excited and proud to show my lovely teacher a story I had written over the weekend. Though, looking…

The metamorphic possibilities within our souls are endless. It creeps in like a bank of fog just off the coast, Sandburg’s “Little Cat Feet,” and it watches us silently for a time before it moves on. It’s like that, this…

I hope we will aspire to become, once again, friendly Americans and I hope we will give one another the benefit of the doubt. Whenever a shift in society or culture occurs, folks don’t have a paradigm to follow and…

At five years old, there is very little that Delaney can control about the world around her. But if a few outfits can make her feel ready to take on this crazy world, she needs to wear them. Dressing Delaney…

When I pass a mirror, I see my aging face, and in my mind’s eye, I see the reflection of the loved ones who presented me with each piece of jewelry over the years. I have a decorative jewelry box…

I collected a pink floppy hat, a black painter’s cap, a blue fedora,and a vintage beige hat with a blossom on the brim. “Cynthia-Ann! Where’s your hat?” I can still hear my mother’s voice, catching me mid-stride, while trying to…

In addition to providing a safe and accessible home for my belongings, my bag told the world who I was. Okay, I admit it. I’m a bag lady. No, I’m not a homeless woman roaming the city with all of…

I couldn’t wait to grow up, couldn’t wait for the day when I could curl my hair and wear high heels and lipstick. I blame it on the lure of the forbidden pink curlers. From my perch on the toilet…