when father’s day feels both good and sad
Today is Father’s day in the U.S., and I’m feeling both melancholy and joyful. It’s astonishing to me all we can contain and the many ways joy and pain co-exist in life.
Last year, I wrote Healing The Father Wound. …
Photographing The Unseen
a photographer’s composition of essence and truth
More than ever, we need artists to create, document and inspire our humanity. Looking at the art of Charles Franklin Stonewall, his contemporary photography reveals his passion for life-changing moments. Mr. …
Living, loving, parenting, and loss during this pandemic seemed the fat pitch for another strike on Christmas. I did some of the usual things; decorated, purchased, hid gifts throughout my house, and reminisced. …
Nurses are the vital omnipresent heroes of healing. If doctors are the spine, nurses are the central nervous system that affects and benefits all functions.
Our nurses embody the positive intentions of the American dream — diverse in cultures, steadfast in achievements; nurses are valiant caregivers to those in need.
She had a father-shaped hole in her heart,
it was a ramshackle scar.
She filled it with dangerous friends
because that space was too quiet.
She appointed boyfriends to the void
because the extent was lonely.
She loaded up on remedies
because the breach bestowed injuries.
She taped it shut…
It all begins with us.
Women are wondrous entities of existence.
It all begins with us.
Growers of creativity, we birth art, artists, and history. We are unforgettable passages, luscious impressions on canvases, and indelible marks on the hearts of lyricists throughout all time.
Passion begins with us.
Co-Parenting Challenges And Promises
Parenting choices at the gumball machine tell a story.
The creation of our post-divorce family paradigm steered us through many unexpected paths of both challenge and promise. As a couple, we struggled with differing modalities towards the same desired goals for our kids. After we ended…
If I hid my color story, I would find acceptance — how I gaslighted myself away from my truth and eventually found my way home to self-love.
It started with a misguided direction sourced from good intentions.
“Be White,” she said. There were other words at our parting; it was…