I celebrate this holiday as a reminder that I am not alone in this world and that there is hope at the end of the longest, darkest tunnels.
Really, I don’t know if I would have been able to complete my program if it weren’t for the pandemic.
My mother remembered a lot of the words to our favorite Christmas carols. Surprisingly, my father chimed in with his baritone voice... "deep in heavenly peace."
No one's love is a sin and no one's gender, identity, or presentation makes them a sinner.
As I scan up to drink in the rest of the splendor that was this unusually elegant outfit for a Saturday at an African hair braiding salon, I take mental note of each pointed piece. Navy pleated skirt, navy and marigold paisley print blouse, extraordinary naturally long red nails, snow white full beard, deep brown hair with a circular revelation of a pale scalp.