* This article originally appeared in the Tropolitan--the school newspaper at Troy University. It remains an indelible memory for me. Seventeen years and I am still remembering 9-11 in the City that Never Sleeps. This past summer my son and I pounded the pavement of our native New York. My goal was to take him … Continue reading #NeverForget
It’s true. Everyone has a story. Lately, many have asked me: “what’s your story?” Over 20 years ago, I was able to articulate with great fervor the experiences in my life that shaped my personal narrative. Upon invitation, I shared my story at local outreach events and during special church programs. That was twenty years … Continue reading Nine Lives…Kat’s Story
On March 30, 2012, my beloved grandmother Dot died. Over 5 years later, I still miss her. I often say that I was blessed to enjoy the presence of both sets of grandparents-maternal and paternal-in my life. Most can't say the same. Sadly, my sweet grandfather, Grandma Dot's forever husband, died on September 22, 2017. … Continue reading To Her With Love
Let’s cut the cord of discord since I’m bored with you never having never giving because you’re living beyond your means and child support payments are few and far between. “I had a dream,” that one day you and your child would remain connected despite our defection but instead of your affection, there were only … Continue reading DeadBeat
It’s hard being black. Especially when your degree of blackness is often quantified by other black people–who consider themselves blacker than you. Frankly, I am not sure how the levels of blackness are measured. Growing up, I was told by other black children in the neighborhood that I sounded white, in other words, spoke as if I […]
SHOUT “I’m gonna tear down those walls,” he whispered and I wanted to shout. I’m tired of being restricted and oppressed-- beyond my control I lust for freedom to explode like a cannon ball. “I’m gonna to tear down those walls,” he teased and I wanted to burst. I’m made stronger when tossed and turned within … Continue reading Shout!
I was young and reckless. All my friends were. We shared a f**ck the police attitude but it never occurred to us to verbalize such angst directly towards them. There was a fear of being identified, arrested or even worse shot. We just wanted to be bad without consequence. The best way to achieve that … Continue reading Encounters in Blue