White Noise
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.
When #RelationshipGoals don’t cut it anymore, what are you left with?
How do you see through what is flashy and fleeting?
I ache to return to those days, but I can’t. Time only moves in one direction and I’m caught in her cruel current.
There is a place in each of us from which we need to operate to be more confident, at peace, focused, and loved.
I think that when we encounter something as enormous as grace or as powerful as redemption, the only possible response is to weep.
I was afraid. That’s what good kisses do; they put a little bit of fear inside of you.
Mother Teresa once said that only one thing in the world makes her angry…
On creativity & passion
This is for the wild ones.
The beautiful part is: All things age. All things decay.









