writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.

writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.

And realizing there is no such thing as the Black experience. Time and events allow for change on both sides.

The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .

A gift - be it a present, a kind word or a job done with care and love - explains itself!... and if receivin' it embarrasses you, it's because your 'thanks box' is warped.

Some truth has no nourishment in it.

That's how women are, always studyin' each other and wonderin' how they look up 'gainst the next.