Young and Wild and Free

 

I dusted off the box before I carried it up from the basement and unearthed its contents onto the dining room table. It was an attempt to organize the boxes we would soon stack into a U-haul as…

A Conversation With Lamar

 

Lamar was my Lyft driver on a sunny afternoon at the end of my workday. My request popped up in his cue of requested rides as he began his shift that Wednesday afternoon. Seven minutes later, he pulled…

Music and All the Things She Loves

For Amber

 

My eyes caught a glimpse of her in the doorway and it took my heart a moment to register her presence in that place. Kind of like that moment when someone you’ve waited a long…

On Slow Walks and Being Out of Place

 

I walked everywhere I went during my incarceration experience. Even after rolling off my top bunk and fracturing my ankle in the middle of the night, my walk becoming a limp for the longest time. We looked like…

The Real Version of You

 

I received a text from a friend the other night. “Thinking of you. Hope your day went well.”  

I sighed deeply at the memory of the day. At the way my feet waded through it like sandbags…

A Question Worth Asking

 

I published my first blog in November of 2016. I remember the anxious feeling of letting my heart speak through my words and hitting that green button on the screen that would launch my words into the world…

There Is Something I Need to Tell You

 

I have a great poker face. And no, not learned through playing poker. I would lose my hand for sure. I don't know when I developed the ability, a gift from God, as a friend of mine labeled…

A Letter To Yourself

When we think about love (as one often does on a day like today when your social media feed is blown up with reminders), our mind usually goes directly to Eros love, the romantic type. Our mind equates that…

I Wish I Had Known

 

The first time I drank coffee, I was sitting in the recreational room of a correctional facility surrounded by double razor wire in the middle of cornfields as far as the eye could see. A city called Marysville…

The Little Things That Feel Unseen

 

I cleaned the bathroom of the entrance building at Dayton Correctional for three years. And it was a position of honor. At that time I was a ward of the state after a tragic drinking and driving…

Between Where We Are and Where We Are Headed

"Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” 
— Mary Olive
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I never thought of myself as an entrepreneur. Full disclosure? I couldn't even spell it correctly the first time I typed that…

An Invitation to the Table

 

There is a slang term often used about being "woke." Maybe you've seen it behind a hashtag on social media. The term is way older than hashtags and can be traced back to the 1930s. Or at least…