MEMORIES…

WHEN YOUR CANOE UPENDS AND THE OARS FLOAT AWAY.

May 31, 2020 Musings Comments 1 comment

In 1995, I took 100,000.00 United States dollars and deliberately plunged it into a small -business venture. I called it Briscoe Brown Books, and it had a motto; “Readers become Leaders”. I did not actively pursue a bank loan because I had done some preliminary leg work and heard from the ‘horses’ mouth’ in the banking industry that having a bookstore in a black neighborhood was not a good business venture for them to pursue. Determined, I took my…

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A NEW WIND CHANGES EVERYTHING.

January 8, 2020 Musings Comments 0 Comment

I heard the wind and it was the usual. I did not look up because it comforted me with its warmth and soft caresses. A natural wind. If I had looked up I would have noticed that it was the wind called “Change”. I didnt look up and then Change spoke up.My head grew full with fear, my grief was loud. My dear dear friend had died on Sunday, January fifth; I dont know how.His wit and laughter, his bad…

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LANGUAGE IS FUNDAMENTAL TO READING.

May 2, 2018 Musings Comments 0 Comment

She did not burst upon the scene like a meteor, she came in increments like a baby down the vaginal canal, head, shoulders body etc. she came quietly and took her place in the conversation. From that first day that she sucked her first the air in the bedroom where she was born, she did not care to know that her mother who had just agonized to usher her into the world was almost in shock post delivery. Instead, she…

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WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR 95TH

October 10, 2017 Musings Comments 2 comments

FOR MY FATHER ON HIS 93RD BIRTHDAY. (And for always) 10/12/2015. On your 93rd birthday I asked “When did we start calling you Pops?” We used to call you Father, Dearest Father on this day that would be your 95th birthday 10/12/2017 {you left us six months ago}, we miss you terribly and we flounder a bit because our “Pops” is no longer with us in the…

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THE VERB “TO LOVE”…..FOR 9/11

September 11, 2017 Musings Comments 0 Comment

The verb To Love. It is liquid fire, it is a moving tide, it is the sweet headiness of Ambrosia taken on an empty stomach, it is the sound of ice particles chiming on crystal, it is a weeping Cello, a keening widow at a grave-side, arctic snow shadowed by the Northern lights, early morning showers, mango blossoms, bees, salt, headaches, a terrible moment such as this, it is dangerous, it is living and breathing without need of a single word,…

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A DESIRE……TO FIND THE ELUSIVE.

July 21, 2017 Musings Comments 1 comment

The idea that I could be a writer never crossed my mind as something that I could engage as my life’s work, yet, all I ever wanted to do was to read and write, but not for any specific reasons of gain or employment, I only wanted to satisfy an uncontrollable desire to spin words, to explore words, their meanings and their sounds. I enjoy words more than I enjoy eating, yet, I enjoy cooking. So you could say that…

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ALWAYS FATHERS DAY

June 15, 2017 Musings Comments 0 Comment

The first time without you. How will it be? Before or after, the questions remain. The first time without you. I have no idea what to expect. Unimaginable. I am stuck on a hollow note. The first time without you. Should I have prepared? Am I so selfish that I expected you to be always? The first time without you was the last time with you, as I recall. That last time. I could have done so much more,…

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NOW AT AMAZON.

May 28, 2017 Musings Comments 0 Comment

The Alabaster Box is a reflective journey of a life spent in search for the very elusive God of salvation. Is such a God knowable or does such a God exists? Only questions survive the Alabaster narrative because there is no true answer. What is true, however, is that finding God is a personal encounter and one that defies mortal expressions.