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Yesterday I invited someone to my new boutique and I said, 'I know it's not much, but come see it." Almost as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized my mistake. Although it's true that my boutique and WorthShop space do not take up a great deal of square footage, it is a huge deal to me!

I believe strongly in morning rituals. Through the years, I've noticed that when I'm intentional about setting time aside first thing in the morning it sets the tone for the rest of my day. I find that I'm less anxious and overwhelmed and I have the emotional capacity for others.

Right now I'm sitting in a diner in Savannah, Georgia and the Marvin Gaye classic "Inner City Blues (Makes Me Wanna Holler)" is playing on the radio in the background.

I hate to admit it, but I have not always been a good steward of my time. I've often squandered it and acted as if I had the ability to create more.

In the past few years, I've found myself defending being a Christian. I've had people ask me how I could be a part of a religion that has historically oppressed people who look like me. My own father was ashamed that I could worship a God that was forced upon my earliest ancestors and used to justify their eradication and enslavement. Our people, he explained, worshiped the air, the trees, the rivers and the lakes, and those who were just beyond the veil.

There is the kind of light that makes me reflexively bring my hand to my eyes and temporarily blinds me. It’s the light of December snow on a surprisingly sunny day or the sharp edge of a kitchen knife blade held up to the fluorescent kitchen light as I decide where to make the first cut. This light, to me, is always masculine. It is the light of the sun that penetrates and probes places that I’ve kept hidden from others, sometimes even from myself. Light that expects me to r

There is so much in life that I don't understand and there is so much of this universe that I have never seen and probably never will, but there are some things that I do know for sure.

“Enlightenment for a wave is the moment that wave realizes that it is water. At that moment, all fear of death disappears.“

Y'all I almost lost my Zen this afternoon in Walmart. It wouldn't have been pretty either. You see I was waiting in the 20 Items or Less and this woman rolled up on me and gave me colossal attitude. Although I can't remember exactly what she said, I do know the tone was nasty and I envisioned myself snatching her by her mangy hair and beating her to a bloody pulp right there by cashier #3. I was truly about to set it off in Walmart! Of course, I would have had to call my husb

When I was in elementary school I had a music teacher who often used the expression "Fat meat is greasy.” It took many years for me to finally understood what she meant. The point that she was trying to make is that sometimes stuff just is and there’s not a whole lot you can do to change things. In the case of fat meat, you can season it and cook it as healthily as possible but in the end, it’s still greasy.

Why do people keep giving me their shit to eat and then call me ungrateful when I tell them that I don't eat shit?

"And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper" (Psalms 1:3-4). Lately I've been thinking about trees. I realize this may sound crazy, but I'm now beginning to realize that in order to really appreciate life I must learn to be a tree. Trees, you'll notice, bend with the force applied towards them. They lean into the storm and never try to resist.

Recently when I was at a crossroads in my life, a dear friend showed up with a gift for no apparent reason other than Spirit put it upon her heart to purchase it for me. The gift was a small plaque that read The Hardest Thing in Life is to Know Which Bridge to Cross and Which Bridge to Burn. Wow! I thought! All of my adult life I have been taught never to burn bridges, but this gift helped me to see that maybe I had received poor advice.

I don’t believe God cares whom we love as long as we remain open to the possibility of love.

There’s a story of a master teacher who speaks to his class and asks a simple question: “How do you know when it is morning?”

How many times have you looked in the mirror and wished that someone could know you for who you really are? Someone who you don’t have to explain yourself to or put on a happy face for. An individual who knows your past and who understands the dreams you have for the future. So often in relationships we feel misunderstood and frustrated because our intentions are misinterpreted. We spend countless hours explaining, justifying, clarifying, and analyzing our every gesture, thou

Do you know how beautiful you are?

Like so many women I know where I want to go, but the path that leads there is unfamiliar. As I look at all of my options spread before me like cards on a dealer's table, I’m almost afraid to choose one because of the consequences of choosing wrongly. There are just no easy answers, so sometimes I don’t bother asking the questions. What’s comforting is that I know I am not alone in this dilemma because all too frequently I hear other women express the same concerns.