Welcome, I am excited beyond words. I just had an exchange with my Pastor and husband that has triggered within me a trip down memory lane. Our church family turns 10 this weekend and as I showed him the flyer for the event that we have designed, he said to me ‘I think my name doesn’t need to be on the flier’. To which I respond, you have been a pastor in this place for …
I recently had a baby after a 7-year hiatus. As soon as I found out we were expecting, I resolved to do everything within my power to deliver a healthy baby. In the months I was pregnant, I did, however, spend a lot of time thinking. I thought up answers to the questions I expected people would ask. I thought up rejoinders to the wisecracks and comments people would make. I planned how I would …
Like every li’l girl (and lad), I was fascinated with mirrors. Bathroom mirrors, wall mirrors, cameras, binoculars, telescopes, magnifying glass, puddles, sunglasses, windows; basically any light reflecting surface or image capturing apparatus was enchanting.
Sometime last year, the Guardian UK –in error-published a personal essay by the multiple awards winning- Nigerian writer, Chimamanda Adichie. Beyond the opportunity to freely enjoy Ms. Adichie’s elegant prose, the Guardian’s error turned the switch and brought much-needed light to bear on the subject of depression, and the Nigerian woman.
