The Core of Me

As long as I can remember, I loved the sight of books. Even when I couldn’t read them, they seemed to be mystical and intimate. I used to hold them in my hand and scan the pages. I knew one day, I would learn how to read and have enough patience to enjoy a book… […]

I Talked with my Mother, Moses Talked with God

The mist was in her eyes. She looked at me as we exited the court building, and said, “You can’t keep doing this, you can’t do this to me. I can’t do this. I can’t, I am tired of it.” I turned and looked down. I didn’t want to see her cry. I was happy […]

Battle Ground…Image Wise

Images are tattooed in our memories like the information on a computer’s motherboard. Some images in our minds will never go away. The image of President Obama will forever exist — his looks, his walk, his beautiful wife, his dignity and his intelligence. The image of his opponent’s hysteria and disbelief that a man with […]

Fallout III: Stress to Death

Even as the sun shines we move and are occupied in our occupations, moving to and fro while death speaks of a thirsty earth. I still didn’t understand why my mother’s doctor couldn’t come to the hospital with his files and consult with the hospital staff for treatment. I was under the false impression that […]

Lessons from Strange Places: Ants

I went to visit one of my elders and she said, “I was thinking about you, and how you used to play with those ants. They used to bite the hell out of us. I mean, they would tear us up — but they never bit you.” Now, I don’t know if that’s entirely true. […]

Fallout II

My mother was my comfort zone, the hidden shelter, the soft pillow and as the oldest of her children, I was very uncomfortable mentally and physically, trying to adjust to her sickness. My mother was dying and I couldn’t find a good balance in my mind or body. It was a long destabilizing ride that […]