As a little girl, I envision being a dancer; a pointe ballerina to be exact. Tiny black girl with big puffy coiled hair gelled up in a bun. Black leotard, with a pink sparkly tutu, and pointe ballet shoes. As I do a perfect Plie I search for the face of a proud father but…
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The Real You Outside Of Trauma
It may sound a little weird but, for a while now I have struggled with being around healthy people. You know those hopeful, nurturing, good spirit, loving Joyful, funny, and fun kind of people to be around. When I’m around them I get sweaty palms and begin to feel disengaged and out of place….
Overcoming Hidden Layers Of Atheism
As a young girl, I had a deep desire for God. After a while, I grew up thinking God forgot me. My first oldest sister would take me to church. My expectations of meeting with God were always high. Because I wrote letters to God daily. During the service my little eyes watched people get filled…
Foster Care: A Letter To The Church
Dear Church, Many times in church we are overlooked not because we are sitting behind the women with the big Sunday hat; but because we dont belong to any of the parents in the congregation. Unfortunately, sometimes the church is another place youth and young adults who have been impacted by the Foster Care system…
Refined Treasures 