Interview: Daja M. Rice Author of Daddy’s Girl

In this interview with Daja M. Rice, author of Daddy’s Girl, she discusses her path to healing and how she chooses freedom in her relationship with her father.

A Timely “Rememory” in Maya Angelou’s “My Guilt”

My guilt is “slavery’s chains,” too long the clang of iron falls down the years. This brother’s sold, this sister’s gone, is bitter wax, lining my ears. My guilt made music with the tears. My crime is “heros, dead and gone,” dead Vesey, Turner, Gabriel, dead Malcom, Marcus, Martin King. They fought too hard, theyContinue reading “A Timely “Rememory” in Maya Angelou’s “My Guilt””

A Timely “Rememory” in Maya Angelou’s “My Guilt”

My guilt is “slavery’s chains,” too long the clang of iron falls down the years. This brother’s sold, this sister’s gone, is bitter wax, lining my ears. My guilt made music with the tears. My crime is “heros, dead and gone,” dead Vesey, Turner, Gabriel, dead Malcom, Marcus, Martin King. They fought too hard, theyContinue reading “A Timely “Rememory” in Maya Angelou’s “My Guilt””

Growth

I’m not going to paint a perfect picture. An album of beautifully crafted still lives haunt my computer screen and my thoughts. The experience, the moment, was the hardest thing I ever had to do (in my young adult life, that is). Four months in a foreign land felt like K.O.s to the old me.Continue reading “Growth”

Growth

I’m not going to paint a perfect picture. An album of beautifully crafted still lives haunt my computer screen and my thoughts. The experience, the moment, was the hardest thing I ever had to do (in my young adult life, that is). Four months in a foreign land felt like K.O.s to the old me.Continue reading “Growth”

With this Gift.

With these words I thee Wed. Harmony Lost in the shadows of my doubt Who would believe in me Anyway? By any means Would I try to wed the cry in my heart with the words that birthed it Words that gave More than an A paper or honorable mention No accolade could demand myContinue reading “With this Gift.”

With this Gift.

With these words I thee Wed. Harmony Lost in the shadows of my doubt Who would believe in me Anyway? By any means Would I try to wed the cry in my heart with the words that birthed it Words that gave More than an A paper or honorable mention No accolade could demand myContinue reading “With this Gift.”