My Complicated Relationship With Discernment

Merriam Webster defined discernment as 1: the quality of being able to grasp and comprehend what is obscure: skill in discerning. 2: an act of perceiving or discerning something. Google defines it as (in Christian contexts) perception in the absence of judgment with a view to obtaining spiritual guidance and understanding. Perhaps some of my complication with my gift of discernment... Continue Reading →

My Fall Rewind: An Ode to Self-Care 35-“Yours” One of hip hop’s greatest assets and cultural contributions to society is its roots in exploration. Since the days of the park jams, DJ’s raided record collections and stores for rare breakdown sections to garner a reaction from their audience. The first response is “What is this?!” then one must find it. As the... Continue Reading →

My Fall Rewind: An Ode to Self-Care-“It’s On Tonight” Sam Salter’s “It’s On Tonight” reminds me of my first stage in adolescence. It sounds like a Vaughn Harper introduced throughout his quiet storm radio show, while I sat in the passenger’s side of my parents’ cars, as we voyaged from Manhattan to our apartment in Queens on a summer night. I loved these... Continue Reading →

My Fall Rewind: An Ode to Self-Care 29-“Don’t Go” As absurd as it may sound, one of the most romantic phrases a man can and will say is “don’t go;” to a great extent, in the first stages of courtship. Time will progress and the sentiment may evolve into “I’m not going anywhere.” It may not be verbose and underwhelms, based on expectations... Continue Reading →

My Summer Rewind: An Ode to Self-Care 19-“call on me” Lalah Hathaway and Redman are the perfect pair for a song. In their respective genres of r&b and hip hop, both are the favorites of your favorite artists. When either make an appearance-song features or onstage with their peers-it is all but certain who will steal the show, unless Lalah and Red relent with... Continue Reading →

A Thousand Words of Gratitude

April 4th marked seven years since I regained custody of my daughter. In spite of not seeing her father for five months, the little thirteen month old baby took a brief look at the man holding her and intuitively felt a sense of connection. Once it clicked, it didn’t matter her grandparents she’d spent the... Continue Reading →

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