Our outer light giving way to shed light on the inner realm. That which we can't see, but but sense. That which we don't know, but will.
"Compassion is a call, a demand of nature, to relieve the unhappy as hunger is a natural call for food." - The Patron Saint of Prostitutes
“The way to right a wrong is to turn the light of truth upon them.” –Ida B. Wells 1862-1932
Investigative Journalist. Writer. Newspaper Editor. Suffragist. Sociologist. Feminist. Civil Rights Leader/Activist. Teacher. Public Speaker. A Founding Member of the NAACP. Mother.
I looked into my teacup and saw Wicked's Elphaba's green gaze staring back at me. I went with my gut and slowly sipped...
Another poetic memoir from my Vulnerablity Vault of "things to scared to share" written in late Spring of 2012 in the height of a budding summer romance.
I woke up and just knew. Just a few nights before, with my beloved at my side, both looking up into the sky, I said from deep inside, "if it is so, then show up in a shooting star." It did. Just then. Right there. I swear. The words had barely left me. I wished for … Continue reading Ms. Carriage