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Lent 2021, Day 29: This isn’t the Good News.
Come along, Friends, as we take a trip back to 2005, to a time when “The Office” was brand new, cell phones weren’t smart, and I heard the worst sermon in my life.
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CoviDiaries: Advent & Love.
“Love, actual love, is action. It’s a choice… it’s continual choosing. It doesn’t end after the picture is snapped and saved and even shared and, funnily, “loved” by others. It’s sweeping your beloved off her feet- and lifting her incoherent, babbling self off the floor.”
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CoviDiaries: Advent & Hope.
As Advent began a week ago, I knew I was and am still lost in Lent. So I wait. My very soul waits. And I hope, hope that God will see us through.
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CoviDiaries: Easter and my Totem.
It doesn’t quite feel like Easter, but I know it’s coming.
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Come Clean: Sometimes, I wish Black singers wouldn’t “sang”.
Just sing the song, Mother Hattie Mae.
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Lent 2020, Day 24: This is a story about control.
Me: Got my own mind
I wanna make my own decisions.
When it has to do with my life, my life
I wanna be the one in control.Corona: Ha.
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Lent 2020, Days 14 & 15: When anxiety spreads faster than COVID-19.
King Kong ain’t got nothin’ on anxiety.
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In praise of impermanence.
2019, like my henna tat, is gone. But it’s all good.
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Lent 2019: Uncommonly common.
Still posing for selfies even with two needles in my chest for plasmapheresis… while wearing a jaunty beret. (taken March 2019) Last Sunday, Z and I met up with my girl…
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Lent 2019: Are you there God? It’s me, Alisha.
Some of the contents of the inside and from the outside of the recently departed fridge. I’ve had a few days lately that have made me wonder what is up with…
