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Flashback Friday: Frida and Eva.

Flashback to that time when Mexican artist Frida Kahlo traveled to San Fran and painted a portrait of a Black woman… as a woman… not a caricature.

CoviDiaries: Easter and my Totem.

It doesn’t quite feel like Easter, but I know it’s coming.

Come Clean: Sometimes, I wish Black singers wouldn’t “sang”.

Just sing the song, Mother Hattie Mae.

Lent 2020, Day 39: It is finished.

With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.

Lent 2020, Day 38: The dark night of Jesus’ Soul.

“We all try to accept with some sort of submission our afflictions when they actually arrive. But the prayer in Gethsemane shows that the preceding anxiety is equally God’s will and equally part of our human destiny. The perfect Man experienced it. And the servant is not greater than the master. We are Christians, not Stoics.”

Lent 2020, Day 36: Drown out the annoyance.

Remember, we ALL are made in God’s image- even those of us who perform renditions of “Stomp!” in cement tap shoes.

Lent 2020, Palm Sunday: Hosanna in the highest heaven.

Life moves fast.

Lent 2020, Day 32: Grief.

Picture a wave. In the ocean. You can see it, measure it, its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. And it’s there. And you can see it, you know what it is. It’s a wave.

Lent 2020, Day 31: Create and survive.

“Never, ever think about creating something good. Good is boring.”

-Jerry Saltz

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Lent 2020, Day 30: Drown out the aloneness.

One of my neighbors opened her door a crack to leave, and upon hearing me and Zoe coming down the hall, quickly and rather loudly, slammed it shut. About 30 seconds after we walked past, we heard the door open and close and then the fumble of keys, and finally, quickly paced steps in the opposite direction. Social niceties and rules of engagement are different now.

About Me

To borrow some words from Drake, “I’m more than just a number.” But if I WERE a number, it would be 7. Since it’s God’s number, the 7th day is one to rest, and… well, I think it rocks. But if life were a scale of 1-10, then me being a 7 fits too, because I’m not perfect. I’m in my 30s, a Christ-follower, slightly off kilter (but aren’t all “ar-teeests”?), and happily married to K, my solidly strong rock. And Techie-extraordinaire. We are the proud parents of a smart and funny girl, Z. Hope you enjoy my rantings, don’t take my sarcasm too seriously and know that comments are welcome. Very welcome… ahem, HINT, HINT, HINT! But enough about me, time for this 7 to give it a rest. xoxox

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