I blinked one day and when I opened my eyes, it was normal to have an American army battling Americans on American streets. No one even calls it a war. But it is.
Can't wait for the Finale. It has been very encouraging.. Thanks❤️
I’m so backed up on writing! But I’m working on it slowly but surely.
Thank you for reading :) glad our story is encouraging.
God is faithful!
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I will write about this. As soon as I’m clear on what I’d like to say.
I know everyone and their mom is talking about it on so many levels from various angles.
But, I will write. I will exercise the freedom I’ve been given while I have it. The freedom so many activists and black revolutionaries before me fought and gave their lives (of course through Gods grace) to afford me.
To be continued
Sneakpeak of the Daddy&Me photo shoot I did with my honeys!
I really want to make sure I say what I want to say to the person I want to hear it.
What’s the message when we get to the end of the story?
Those two things are very important to me.
The story matters. It matters separately and as a unit.
No real message, no real point.
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Man, my writing life has been going on inside my head but I have yet to type it up for your convenience.
My bad tho.
In the meantime, my next musical offering is almost done and I’m excited about it.
Every song is about my husband and I and one song is about my son. So I’m giving it all I got and I wanna share that passion and vision.
Sneak peaks coming soon!
We saw this older gentleman walking down the street today, mind you-the HOT street with one of those baby carriers on. You ever heard of a Bjorn? Yea one of those. But was it lifted up on his chest? No. It was oddly hanging pretty low where the baby’s head was near the mans waist. We caught a glimpse as we drove past and noticed how the little boys legs bounced as if he were a rag doll.
Just typing this makes my heart hurt because I am praying that the boy is ok and was just asleep and not unconscious from the heat or dehydration. It was extremely concerning. So much so that we turned around to drive back to maybe help him get water or adjust the carrier.
Too late. The bus had already come and gone.
But you better believe we prayed the Lords protection over that boy and wisdom for the older man carrying him. We also prayed that the Lord would send someone to help him.
With a son of my own, my heart cringed at the sight. I pray they are ok.
Today I ended up being in a mood of some sort. Very pensive.
Probably in need of icecream and Philadelphia.