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Once again, I face a blank page and worlds just will not appear. This has been happening a lot lately. I feel things deeply at my core, things around the Ukraine war, all the suffering and horrific stories, things around senseless gun violence, things that could be prevented. I am weary, sad, heart worn and soul exhausted. Rather than go on about grief, sadness, unbearable thoughts, I wanted to share something that is uplifting this morning. I hope you find comfort in the fol

I have not posted in a couple of weeks. Weary and worn out. Feeling out of sorts with the world in truth. Back with what I hope is some inspiration. Goddess knows we need it! This was balm for my troubled soul, I hope you find it useful. It was posted in Archaeology for a Woman's Soul and I share here with permission. I’m slowly learning that I don’t have to react to everything that bothers me. I’m slowly learning that the energy it takes to react to every bad thing that hap

This is a sweet story of love and patriotism, from my new book, They Roared, hopefully to be released by summer. Mildred Louise Hemmons was born on September 14, 1921, in Benson, Alabama. Her mother, Mamie, was the postmaster for the town. Her father, Luther, was the foreperson of a sawmill. The family lived in Tuskegee for a while and then moved to Enfield, North Carolina. In Enfield, her father worked for Bricks Junior College as business manager. The all-Black school was c