Let’s play a game of pretend. This time we shall borrow from the story of Cain and Abel. Let’s name our new characters Tiffanie and...

No matter how hard I worked, I wasn’t making any progress with my colleagues. Every mistake I made was a sign of me being a mistake.

“When I opened my eyes and saw you, I knew I was safe,” she told me with a smile. Was she? I felt like a coward. Caught up in a past trauma.

Both of us struggled with knowing how to love ourselves when no one else wanted to. At least no one we longed for.

I can’t tell you how much it means to see a face light up when I appear when most grow dark or afraid.

It’s another late-night subway ride. I decide to take the train to the end of the line—Coney Island. It’s cold. I challenge myself to...

I don't know you, but if I tell this tale, it might as well be the truth. At least to the point where you can understand me--and you.

I should have known it wasn’t going to be easy. We’re all human. I just want my own humanity to be respected.

I needed to become new. To become a witness to self. The me that was alive within and becoming increasingly impatient to be known.

How one lesson learned late one night at a Christian camp may have shaped my entire life.

The journey has not been an easy one. So much of me has been lost in the storm. Flung overboard so that I may continue to rise.

He looked up to his mother in pure adoration. As if looking at the face of God. I knew that look because that is how I once saw my mother.

Who hurt me? I hurt myself. I have failed to find love because I’ve never allowed it in. Never let anyone get too close.

I am here. I am here. I am here. I know who I am in truth. I know what I am in truth. I know how I serve in truth. Word, I am Word. I am...

Love, I will follow where you lead and serve others the best I can along the way. May your people be my people.