The Journey Begins When I was 24 years old, I got a call during my art class at the community college I was attending. I
Q left today. He’s on his way back to Africa. No one is thrilled, but I think we will be ok. I’m hoping that we
So my last post was kind of intense, so I thought I’d lighten it up with some ideas for toys (for your own kids or
As of right now there are four generations of my family living in the same house with me. My grandmother (Nannie), my parents (Nana Mama
Never in my life did I think I would be sitting in my living room at eight o’clock in the evening
My feral child is playing outside while I write this. He is butt-ass naked. It is probably about 55 degrees outside, and that’s being generous.