The Black writer explains pain to those who inflict it.

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

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

I was so mad you could have boiled a pot of water on my head.

Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia Our time is forever now.

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.

"The good old days." The only good days are ahead.