Allow me to paint a picture of the American Dream. It doesn’t start in America. It starts in a faraway place. A place where dreams are either forbidden or nonexistent. Maybe a place of war or famine. Maybe a place of poverty or oppression. Maybe a place with no opportunities. Devoid of hope. Then they … Continue reading The American Dream
politics
Hands Off
I went to my first ever political protest on Saturday. I surprised myself, because generally I am not a political person. I don’t vote the party line. I vote for who I think is the best candidate for the job, no matter which party. Maybe this is because one of my grandfathers told me never … Continue reading Hands Off
Post-Election
This post-election blog has been in my computer for some time. Words floating around from my head into my fingers, because my brain knew half of the country would be devastated by whatever the results of the election turn out to be and the other half would be gloating. The fight has been intense with … Continue reading Post-Election
What I Know
I sit here, not knowing what to write. My newsfeeds are full of political statements. My friends are on both sides of the aisle. Many are yelling at one another and I am taken by the polar opposite opinions, each saying the exact same thing about the opposing side. The names I hear, are liar, … Continue reading What I Know
Heartsick
Hopelessness-a state of being without hope. There is something rising up. It is crying out with a loud voice. It is the sound of pain. It is the expression of deep wounds that are festering. It is brokenness, manifested by anger. If hope deferred makes the heart sick, then our country is heartsick. We … Continue reading Heartsick
Put Down Your Sword
I have not watched the news now for nearly three weeks. You would think that I would be blissfully unaware of all that has happened in that short time. Instead, I feel as if I am in the ring with the heavyweight champion of the world being pummeled. Sucker punch after sucker punch in the … Continue reading Put Down Your Sword
Dear My African Son
Dear My African Son, When Hannah went to Africa a few years ago, I prayed God would send people into her path to watch over her there. You were one of several people who were an answer to that prayer. Little did I know at that time I would soon get to return the favor … Continue reading Dear My African Son
Michelle's Mosaic 