Conversations With Heart


Welcome. These letters are personal reflections, perspectives, and witness from the depths of my heart on pertinent things along my pilgrimage.

You are welcome to browse upon my heart. As you do, consider that you saunter on holy ground, therefore, tread gently with much grace.

  • With a grateful heart

    It’s amazing how deeply our environments shape us in the most subtle and sublime ways. A girl growing up in a place where no appreciation or affirmation is expressed to her or around her grows up to mimic the words– because, you know, it’s the thing to…

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  • Crisis Averted

    You know that time when all the shit hits the fan at the same time; times when a light summer shower erupts into end-of-the-world thunderstorms? That’s where I’ve been lately. I’ve been here before, many times than I can count and I feel tired. In my body,…

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  • Every woman question

    High school was brutal.  We were poor. Or as the Eldorado Park gang christened, “kak poor” (sh*t poor). This meant we couldn’t afford the expensive facial cleansers and treatments my peers swore by. We had one green bar soap that washed clothes, dishes, bodies and faces. My…

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  • A hope observed. A promise fulfilled.

    What’s the longest you’ve waited for something or someone your heart deeply desired, ached, and nearly despaired for? For me, it was a child. I had heard it said that easy come, easy go and I now wonder if my heart would too soon have strayed to…

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  • Praise becomes you

    Praise the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens. Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness. Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with timbrel and…

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  • Disguised treasure

    Most of life’s precious things are hidden in plainness, slowness, and quietness. If we would take hold of them, we must see beyond, slow down, and be still. As was their Christmas tradition, the fellowship began to pick gifts from the “Dirty Santa” pile. Among them were…

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  • Love your neighbor, like yourself

    Do you hate yourself? To admit that we hate ourselves is a tremendously vulnerable and courageous thing to do in a time when the buzz is #selfie, #selflove #selfcare. It was at a merry luncheon when my aunt confessed that she hates herself that I was tackled…

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