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As we prepare to celebrate Thanksgiving with our loved ones, memories of the holidays with my family come to mind. We didn’t have much, but my grandmother and great grandmother who hail from the Deep South would put both their feet in a soulful, southern holiday meal. A host of aunts, uncles, and cousins would cram into my grandmother’s modest home for a family feast. With so many adults and teens, there was not enough room at the dining table for my younger cousins and me. We sat at a small table for the children. I can remember wanting to sit next to my motherRead More →

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It was supposed to be a quick two-hour drive from home back to college after a long weekend with family. As she made her way down the two-lane highway, she took in the familiar landscape. Small towns and farmland whizzed by in her side view mirror as the radio played. It was beautiful. And then, it wasn’t. Clunk, clunk, clunk! She could feel her car slowing down no matter how hard she pressed on the gas pedal. Was it the steering wheel? Had the transmission gone out? Clunk, clunk, clunk Suddenly, the car stopped. One of the rear tires looked like melted rubber crunched underneathRead More →

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When Stephen Curry rains consecutive threes from 30 feet out. When Whitney Houston hit that high note at the Super Bowl XXV in 1991. When your pastor’s sermon hits you like a bolt of lightning.   It’s a blessing to have a front row seat to someone else’s undeniable power and awe-inspiring skills. It’s even better when that fierceness is your own. Words on paper and bringing those words to life through speaking sets me on fire. Experiencing firsthand how those words can make a difference is everything.  There’s a powerful ripple effect when a person pursues their passion and goes full throttle in the ways inRead More →

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Maybe it was the pout on my face that convinced a mentor administering a fresh dose of advice to issue a friendly reminder from across the dinner table. “We’re all broken,” she said gently after listening to my grievance.  “It’s a matter of deciding how much and what type of brokenness you can live with.” I agree with that. There are broken relationships, broken bank accounts, broken hearts, broken paths to success, and broken spirits. We’re all humanly flawed and imperfect in some ways. As I prepared to write this blog entry, the prodigal son (or daughter) kept coming to my mind. I see himRead More →