Raindom Thoughts

The love I carried and sometimes did not know what to do with. All of it found its way on paper eventually. What I love most about this project is what it does with genre. Because I have never been one thing…. neither is this music. There are ballads that find their way into something that feels like house music. Hip hop revisited through a newer lens. Songs that started in the R&B and hip hop tradition and ended up somewhere that now feels like country, or alternative

The world feels heavy right now. You don’t need anyone to tell you that. You can feel it in your body, in the way you wake up tired before the day even starts, in the way the news sits on your chest like something you can’t put down. But can I tell you something? Breathe. Not the kind of breathing that fixes everything. Just the kind that reminds your body that you are still here. Still rooted. Still held. There is an ancestor who knows you in the way the world will never kno

Happy New Year, y'all. No, I'm not confused. Sit with me for a minute, because by the time we're done here, you're gonna want to call some

I need to remind you who is writing this before I write another word, because this particular conversation requires that kind of honesty. I am an ordained minister. A former hospital chaplain. A theologian who has spent more years than I can easily count sitting with the sacred in its most unguarded forms. At bedsides where death was making its slow and certain approach, in therapy offices where the accumulated weight of religious wounding had finally become too heavy to carr

There is a moment that has been finding me lately, quietly and without warning, in the unhurried space between getting ready for the day and actually beginning it. I stand at the mirror, and I look. "How did it get so late so soon?" Dr Seuss Not with the harsh, inventory-taking gaze I was taught. The one that scans for flaws and measures what is missing. But with something softer than that. Something that took me most of my life to find. A kind of slow, wondering tenderness t

There is a moment that lives in almost every relationship. Sometimes it arrives quietly, sometimes it arrives like a door slamming in the middle of the night, when the heart makes a decision. Not a conscious one. Not a decision you sat down and reasoned through. But a decision nonetheless, made somewhere below thought, in the ancient and intelligent part of you that has always been more concerned with your survival than your happiness. The decision is this: not again. And jus

Public Service Announcement : I am a clinical psychologist who is, at my core, a poet. And poets do what scientists and lawyers and preachers sometimes cannot, which is make up the words we need when the ones we have aren’t large enough to hold the truth. We can now begin …. So I made up a word. Gendoxicity I have never seen it anywhere before, though maybe it was floating around in some laboratory where someone else was wrestling with the same question I keep returning to,

Written after Pulse nightclub 
shooting For 2 days I have been walking around "on edge". Holding back the pain, the outrage, the broken heartedness. The confusion of it all The madness of it all The "we've been here before" of it all I tried to hold my numb My regularity My composure But I could feel my unfolding The quiet angst--- attempting to move out into the world The resistance to tears --revealed as sarcasm The terror--embodied as futile gesturing But Then I Read. The.