My frustration with the leader of Cult 45 never ends. — You have sad eyes, reflections of copious lies. I see you over there! You never did care. I heard your words, those erratic turds flowing from your lips. Spewing hate about being great, and now you walk away. Lives lost, an incalculable cost that you will never pay. Babies in…

The timing of David Dickson’s death made all the difference for his formerly enslaved only child. — An improbability held my attention for what seemed like hours, but truly it was about three minutes. I rubbed my eyes several times thinking this would clear the obvious mirage in front of me, but it remained on the page. The page in question was a record of the births…

No matter what label is in fashion, I will always be a child of Africa. — I will not break away. No matter what distractors say. She is my mother and my past. My love for her will forever last. Divisive words spread contention. Her name they say we should not mention. Although I am her estranged progeny, I feel her roots deep within me. I…

Self-love is the ticket to Valentine’s Day every day! — I pray for the day when the walls come down. I long to tell you about the love in you I’ve found. The solid fortress around my heart, won’t let the words from my lips depart. You keep searching for a way to enter, the place…

And the Afro-Mestizo emancipator who opened the door to Mexico for enslaved people — There is a passion in my heart for history that began in my junior year of college. An African American studies course opened my eyes to an important fact: In previous grades, I suffered through His Story, not history class. The realization that my history education experience had been filled…

I became a mentor to help others, but I discovered I needed help as well. — I never held her. Yet other angels appeared. They quell my deep pain. In a previous Medium selection, I spoke about how much I love my sons. Now I am sharing about a difficult soul injury, miscarriage. …

The sixteen-year age gap between my kids was an unexpected blessing. — Two hearts that hold mine. My gifts from the Universe. You are my whole world. When I was growing up, I never believed I would get married or have kids. My ordained mission in life would be to travel and do amazing things for the planet. When I met James…

My beloved great uncle stole wealth from his siblings and watched them struggle in abject poverty. — The Greek word storge describes love among family members. Sam Earl Collins understood no sense of this word. Discovering my great uncle’s deception and theft was one of the most disappointing events of 2020. Family Love 2021 is the year of love for me! The love of my family supported me through…

Stress vectors dine on your joy and leave you emotionally depleted if you allow them to do so! — One problem is solved. Peace and calm will not remain. Dilemmas don’t stop. I made a grand proclamation and declared 2021 as my year of love. Writing about love is my focus this year, not just romantic love; self-love is important. There are many enemies of self-love. …