I see life and people at many angles to embrace my creativity and ignite diversity. I write to motivate all of us to step into our greatness so we can boldly build a strong and resilient community that will change our footprint.
Tribal Lessons #2
I remember when I was 6 years old, I was out enjoying the hot summer days with my friends. It was an unusual day because it was low tide at mid-day. We headed to the end of the street and around the back of my family’s restaurant on the beach and succeeded in sneaking past my Grandma’s eagle eyes to get our bellies full of the sweetest sea grapes on the island.
Yesterday my friend who is totally visually impaired called me as he does every week to set our manicure-pedicure day and chat about the state of things. We were contemplating going to the Atlanta Jazz Festival held in the middle of the city at Piedmont Park the entire weekend. Tho his other senses are on high alert in crowds; not that he can’t and won’t, he’s just more comfortable navigating crowds with a seeing friend. That’s how he met me, navigating his way to the House In The Park festival at Grant Park about 10 years ago.
Do Something To Save Your Yard
I was about 12 years old when an ecologist came from the University to speak to my grandmother, father and mother about the state of climate change. Their research and tests determined that the first 10-story building on our island was sinking because of the erosions caused by climate change. They went on to suggest that since we were business, home and land owners we should change some behaviors. In short, the effects of an expensive tan was the least of our worries.
Blog #1 +99
4:34 AM |. This is my first real blog post EVER. For years I’ve struggled with the idea of what a blog is. It wasn’t until yesterday that I knew exactly what I wanted it to be. What I did know is I was sure I needed to write about something that people would want to read.
FLASHBACK… You know how Facebook throws up in your face, memories of what you said and did last year? Well, this morning the past 370 days flashed before me. I reminisced for a Mississippi minute but sanely snapped back into Atlanta mode to check the driveway for the 15th time for the promised first snow of 2022.
Sit A Spell
Sit A Spell Recently while I navigated the streets of Atlanta Georgia, I found myself in a very precarious situation and had to “leave home” to "find my way back home". I realized that the answers to my moment of life's complexities were hidden within a recent trip down south and my situation was easily solved at the baseline of a common and simple object: a stop sign at the crossroads.