Nature’s Roots —

My Journey with Viola Davis’ ‘Finding Me’ — “And I realized that your depth of understanding of yourself is equal to the depth of understanding a character. We are after all observers of life. We are after all a conduit, a channeler of people. What you haven’t resolved in your life can absolutely become an obstacle in the…

A Story of Love and Culinary Tradition — I remember the sweltering heat in the kitchen mixed with various spices, herbs, and mouthwatering aromas. The kitchen was where the family gathered. The kitchen was the rerouting place of my childhood. There I would find my mother, hovering over the stove with a Creole spoon in hand. She would…

A Review of ‘Take My Hand’ by Dolen Perkins Valdez — I read this book for the second time this year. Again, I am impacted by the magnitude of this story and the historical relevance it holds in between its pages. Civil Townsend, the main character in the story, pens a long letter to her adopted daughter about a traumatic event…

A Story of Fragmented Memories and Rediscovered Joy — The recession in 2010 hit my family hard, and we lost our childhood home. Home, for me back then, was a physical structure, and it was lost, as well as the emotional connection to the people who once lived there. …

Mother’s Echoes — Mother gave me my most profound example, tangible thoughts. She taught me lines looped into shapes, magically transforming them into words. Mother taught me the tri-fold grip and placed a pencil between my little fingers. At the dining table, she instilled penmanship in me. …

Nature’s Reflections — I sit by my window, awakened by intricate trills and whistles of songbirds. I hear them before physically fixing my eyes on them. Songbirds are small creatures with bold melodies. …

Scribe Writing Prompt — Sand — I stand in a wide-open desert surrounded by a vast sky spread out like a never-ending canvas. My eyes are the paintbrush scanning the horizon. Each stroke of the eye is another beholding of endless night hues bedazzled in sparkling light. I sense the cosmic shifts stirring my soul before…

Reflections and Crossroads — The audio version of this piece below spoken by W.S. Thompson Life is a series of stories spoken and acted out in lifelines drifting… no longer anchored to their journey At 30 years old, I walked into a room where my mother sat creating a beautiful quilt with vibrant fabrics…