I don’t just talk to fill silence. I talk because there’s meaning in the experience…
It's photography, recipes and madness. It's laughter, it's lessons, it's life…
I don’t just talk to fill silence. I talk because there’s meaning in the experience…
“For a moment, I was angry. He’d ruined it. After everything I’d endured to stand there, he had stolen my scene…”
Every head in the theater turned gingerly around, looking back to see who it was that basically told everybody to get out of the pool.
That was 40 years ago, yesterday. The boy on that bus had no idea the man he’d become – or how different the road would look…
But whether I’m talking about childhood memories, photography, recipes, movie reviews, comedic listicles, church lessons, dating mishaps, or the echo of slavery still ringing in today’s policies—my blog is my legacy.
…every story I’ve written came from a life fully lived—painfully, hilariously, imperfectly lived. And whether I’ve shared memories from my childhood, love notes to my parents, awkward moments with my friends, pranks gone wrong, or heartfelt reflections about slavery, legacy, and life… they’re mine. And now they belong to you too….