Leaving Baltimore

From childhood until last year, I dreamed of exploring the world. From Morocco to Madagascar, Italy to Turkey, France to Australia, Russia to Ireland, Ethiopia to South Africa; I yearned to see the world in all its beauty. I set a goal to start by visiting every state in my own country before age fifty and then onward to as many countries as I am able to before leaving this life behind. Thus far I managed to visit more than half of the state's in America. 

For almost a year I held onto the secret that I was finally ready and had begun researching other places to plant new roots. I looked at Nevada, Michigan, Florida, Boston, North Carolina, Texas, Oklahoma, Arizona, Virginia, West Virginia, Chicago, but Georgia captured my attention and grabbed my heart.

June 15th I began a new journey. I left the only place I've lived for thirty-nine years and now I have a new place to call home, Georgia.

When I finally told people I was leaving Baltimore so many were shocked, others tried to discourage me but there were the few, including my siblings, who encouraged me to step out into new territory.

I love my city, always have, always will! I appreciate all that it taught me. I am grateful for every experience, all the wonderful people I met, as well as the backbone I developed. Thank you Baltimore for helping me find meaning in life.

Storms Don't Last Forever

After years of struggle, be it finances, depression, death, sickness (the list goes on), my children and I realize storms don't last forever. This video serves as encouragement for those feeling overwhelmed by life. We desire for you to look up and RISE!

May you find peace during the storms of life

Recycling Dirt

After sharing the first ten chapters of my twenty chapter memoir, "Hell & Heaven at 8", I decided to take a brief intermission in order to share a few things pressing in my spirit before presenting the last twenty chapters. 

Today I would like to share my thoughts about recycling dirt.

She mistreats him because she was mistreated by a different him and that him mistreated her because he was abused by an older him AND a her. The older him and her abused him because they were neglected and therefore left vulnerable for the ravaging wolves to take advantage of them. The wolves took advantage of vulnerable him and her because of how he was raised, seeing everyone else as "beneath himself".

Society continues to suffer from generations of recycled dirt. Psychological hiccups, so to speak. We, as a nation, as a world, as humans, need healing from years of abuse. We need repair from damaged thinking. We need cultural understanding. Most importantly, we need to acknowledge the recycled dirt in order to begin the tough process of acceptance of the filth that has perpetuated this horrid cycle.

Due to the layers upon layers of crap created, cleansing will take time. For a moment, it may appear that our world as we know it has collapsed. Rebuilding from a clean place may sound impossible, but it's necessary. 

What A Woman Wants

My senses heighten because he touches me deeply. A soul pierced with his sharp dagger. Warm embrace - sensational vibrations. Impregnated with all he is made of and I am not afraid to give birth to the seed he planted at the core of me.

It's as if he's kissing my neck softly, while gripping one hip and gently caressing the small of my back. His whisper sends chills riveting through my spine, leaving me drunk as if intoxicated with the finest of wines. Penetration beyond a touch, it's his words, that's why I love him so much. 

An intellectual with the superhuman ability to touch me without ever having touched me - I'm in awe of his skills, no groupie just proud to know a man of his intense nature. 

That's What a Woman Wants!!!