When I look back over the course of my life thus far, I always tend to find myself wishing I would have known something back then. Unfortunately, you can’t reset time, but I can pass on that knowledge hoping that someone out there will read it and have it resonate with them to the point that it makes their life better.
1. The power of no will change your life. It’s okay to say no when you don’t want to do something. The old saying that all we have to do is pay taxes and die is so true. …
Marcus Aurelius said, “The mind adapts and converts to its own purposes the obstacle to our acting. The impediment to action advances action. What stands in the way becomes the way.” Meaning that any obstacle you face, that you believe is holding you back, is allowing you to forge a better path, the path that will work in helping you achieve your goal.
I was recently in a writing contest where the prize was $20,000.00. Of course, a sum of that magnitude is going to generate a ton of entries. But that didn’t stop me from thinking that I was…
The day I first saw him, he lingered a bit too long outside of a house. It was like he was looking for something that I was unable to see. I chided myself for even thinking that it was possible. But it was how normal he appeared on the surface that made me almost overlook him.
I watched him from inside of my Honda on that bitter cold winter afternoon and I wondered why he would linger. He dropped the packages on the porch and then appeared to inspect a window. Then he turned around and before he walked back…
I have a problem with most books on writing. They don’t help new writers. I’m talking about the people who have never taken a writing class in their lives. The people who have a story in them but have zero ideas about how to get it out. They wander into a store, find a book on writing, and hope that it will show them how to get started. But it doesn’t. Instead, it waxes poetic about the author’s writing career and may throw in a few gems of advice if they’re lucky. …
It was just a normal day. That’s usually how these sorts of stories start, with the narrator waxing poetic about how today was no different than the day before it. I went through my normal morning routine without a hiccup and made it to the Metro on time. The train was late, as usual, and conveniently empty. I went to the back and found a seat opposite a person who immediately caught my attention.
Normally, I don’t notice people on the train. Usually, I have my headphones on listening to my favorite podcast, Lore. I guess what caught my attention…
A gap year is typically used to describe the year high school students take to find themselves. During that time, they work or travel in an effort not only to discover themselves but to figure out what they want to do with their lives. But when we inadvertently applied that same logic to our marriage, it brought us back from almost getting divorced.
We didn’t start with the idea of taking a gap year. Our marriage wasn’t working. And if I’m honest about it, we hadn’t been us for years. …
I remembered the tape this time. A month ago, I had to improvise. It was not pretty or elegant. But I was in a hurry. That all too familiar itch rose to the surface, and if I didn’t get it out, if I didn’t satiate the desire, the fire would consume me.
I surveyed my backpack for the most important items.
Sleeping pills, check.
I grabbed the black Jansport backpack and added a few new things that recently appealed to me, I didn’t know if I would use them, but the idea that they…
Every February, the school librarians take out the same autobiographies. They start with George Washington Carver and his bag of peanuts. Then they move on to Harriet Tubman and the Underground Railroad. After that, they finish with Martin Luther King Jr. and the Civil Rights Movement like that’s all that black people are.
Black people are more than a twenty-eight-day blip that starts with slavery and ends with the Civil Rights Movement. …
All I need is understanding
To know the real me
The person I don’t have to hide
In fear of not being understood
I wish people could see just me
I’m a good friend to the few I have
I’m loyal to those who don’t deserve my loyalty
I’ll love you until you break my heart
And then I’ll cry over the broken pieces
That never fully get mended.
I play with words and ideas
The way little kids build with Legos
I leave pieces of me, everywhere
I can finish an anecdote about Lucy
Throwing in her scientific name…