AIM TO HONOR
“Come on let’s get close”, Pastor Victoria Osteen says to a group of us women invited to be part of a think tank of sorts. Whoa! Whoa! Close? Close to her and Pastor Wendy Treat of Christian Faith Center and Pastor Bobbi Houston of Hillsong Church and all the other wonderful female pastors present? Just kind of feels weird I think to myself as I wonder how in the name of Sweet Jesus am I here. I kick myself under the tablecloth – okay, ouch, that hurt, I am here in this intimate setting seated in front of, beside and in the midst of greatness. READ MORE
NOT FOR WIMPS
Courage is not always displayed in brute strength, aggressive words or conquests made, sometimes it shines when the option to quit is presented, the walk away is easy and instead you choose to fight for what is right, for what you love, in spite of the pride that may be lost and the humiliation that may be experienced – courage, it goes when you don’t want to. Courage knows it is never wrong to fight for the right thing. READ MORE
Dust is Enough
I was at my daughter’s soccer game when the strangest thing happened. Out of the blue a mini dust tornado looking thing rose up from surrounding fields and made its way smack in the middle of the game. Leaves, some trash, a plastic bag – all of it picking up more dust as it moved along. The game paused, the girls covered their eyes and the parents stood in awe at the weirdness of an untimely ‘cyclone’. I thought to myself, ‘how many times does stuff happen to us to convince us the game is over?’. READ MORE
DEJA VU
She had to have been about 7 when it all came to a head. Fiercely trying to cage the unbridled dragon that threatened my current existence, I had to square off with my most formidable opponent. This was it. This was the Day of Days. Would I win and set a new standard or would I succumb yet again and with mounting disappointment start the fight all over? I thought – enough is enough – I am done with this. READ MORE
I DID THIS ALREADY UGGHHH
I am trapped in the middle of some type of worm hole, suspended between where I am and where I used to be 26 years ago. I thought I had escaped. I thought it would never happen again. I was absolutely positive that I had moved on, moved out and moved away from this blimey state of being. It can’t be, it just can’t be. I mean I have done everything to avoid this. Last time I checked in the mirror? I was 5’7″ and 38 years old, I had two children – one 12 the other 2 and I was married. So why, please someone explain to me WHY am I READ MORE
HUMPS
With Father’s Day having just gone, I watched as my husband watched movies with our 12 year old daughter as he checked out his new apple tv. As they reveled in this new gadget, their eyes twinkling and excited, I remembered a real story and realized they have always bonded over electronics!! READ MORE
ONE WORD
Growing up people would call me all sorts of things – “Crazy, Mad, Chatterbox, Loud” that’s the nicer ones. Even my uncle called me “Luni” short for Lunatic. I began to see myself conforming in one way or another to those single word labels. Like a fashion designer label or a famous model, having one word as your name can be quite something. I have had so many people label me like a suit but the damage READ MORE
PRESS
“His disciples said to Him, “Look at this crowd pressing around you, how can you ask, who touched me?”.
When I was growing up, my father was (and still is) involved in music. As a very prominent and versatile secular producer, manager and MC we were dragged to concerts like the World Music Festival featuring mega superstars U2 & Rick James! LOL that was when the jherri curl in all its greased glory was reigning supreme; many times with oil stained couch backs to prove it. We were part of great sweltering crowds. Crowds so thick and dense you could be pick-pocketed and never have felt it happen. READ MORE
Oh Biscuit! There’s a dreamer in here…
I’m really going back in time on this one… do you remember the movie about an amazing horse? No silly, not Black Beauty, I’m talking about Sea Biscuit? Now, I admire horses but let me tell you something, one day I believed I was some kind of vigilante. I was at an event with my dad and they had some horseback riding available. So you know me, I hopped up on fully confident, hair blowing in the wind about to tame my mare with one hand, (bare in mind I had NEVER had any horseback training but I did ride on some carousels at Hope Park – if that counts). So like a grand idiot READ MORE