Part of a Movement
It’s one thing to witness a movement. It’s another thing to become part of the movement. This year, I have become part of a movement. Every week I see it in different ways through different people. One week I will…
Southern Humidity
I cry a lot more than I used to. Maybe the humidity down south causes me to have a surplus of water in my tear ducts and they can't help but leak. (It’s a good thing I wasn’t a biology…
Fulfilling Needs
Over the last three months, I have been in the process of retreating from the worldly view of success and attempting to focus on my relationship with God and with others. It is easy for me to say that these…
Turning The Tide On Social Injustice
I am always puzzled and amazed at how so very difficult it is for me to narrow down one social justice issue that sticks out to me the most. I continuously struggle to find my one purpose and notice that my…
A Year of Relationship
Warm greetings from the Sacred Grounds coffee shop on Hayes Street just a couple blocks from the eastern edge of Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, California. I managed to pay for my $3.25 drink with three dollar bills, one…