I have a confession to make. I am a hoarder. I am a hoarder of thoughts and ideas. These thoughts often blossom into wonderful memories, essays, creations, dreams, moments, and empires. They are the bricks…

This past May makes 53 years I’ve spent earth-side. I’ve welcomed life in all of its various shapes and forms… the lessons, the gifts, the explorations, the journeys, the STILLNESS. Oh, God, we can not…

I’ve come to the conclusion that sometimes one has to travel through an idea to land where one needs to be. As I have stated before, I am in the season of living out my…

I remember where I was when I first saw Amy Sherald. I was standing in the home of Arthur Lewis, a dear friend, collector, and an unapologetic patron of Black Art. We were in his…

The Summer in three words. PLAY REST CELEBRATE This is a lifetime achievement. One I may have mastered in the Summer of 2022. PLAY. After one dedicated summer of playing tennis in my youth, I…

It has been said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Well, Let it be said that it is also a direct route to a woman’s heart. “Ladies, get you a…