
Writing Prompt: Advice to someone with a broken heart
Maybe you weren’t meant to stay.
Perhaps there were complex layers your heart couldn’t comprehend,
And in your quest to become savior you would instead become prey.

Writing Prompt: Advice to someone with a broken heart
Maybe you weren’t meant to stay.
Perhaps there were complex layers your heart couldn’t comprehend,
And in your quest to become savior you would instead become prey.

“We apologize.” I was a moody preteen, testing boundaries…and my parents had just apologized to me. I remember feeling as if the the earth had shifted. I remember thinking “what kind of trickery is this? Is this a joke?” But it wasnt. They recognized that in their commitment to love and care for me they didn’t always get it right. They were correcting course and letting me know my feelings were valid. *Mind blown* That apology laid the foundation for apologies to come as I matured in acknowledging my own shortcomings and taking responsibility for my actions. That apology also taught me what an apology should be, recognizing non-apologies (“Sorry, not sorry”) and knowing when to walk away.
Let’s be reminded to never underestimate the power of a genuine apology- the power in giving one and the power in recognizing one.


Depending on my writing mood, some days I’m too wordy and other days I’m not even sure my sentence conveys a complete thought. But no matter my mood, I often journey to the magical, mesmerizing world of alliteration. The challenge to find the perfect combination of words with just the right lyrical flow is endorphin inducing for me. A little weird? A writer thing, perhaps?
Here are a couple of informative takes on the subject: Love it or loathe it? and Reasons to use (which also highlights the amazing Gwendolyn Brooks and her poem We Real Cool)
Here’s to honing the habit of harnessing the power of words (too much?) Happy Writing!

I’ve never really been one for resolutions but I have recently been intrigued by the practice of choosing a word for the year. Technically I chose my word (and this necklace from Fashion & Compassion) while attending She Speaks 2019 but I’ve decided to ride with it into the new year.
What does Free mean to me? Free from perfectionism. Free from unrealistic expectations. Free from opinions that don’t matter. Free to say No. Free to try. Free to fail. Free to learn and try again. Free to walk in the fullness of exactly who God created me to be.
And speaking of free, if you’re a writer looking for exposure and opportunity to hone your craft there are a few writing contests with free entry. Check out this list of contests (free and otherwise) from Tethered by Letters.
Here’s to 2020…Write on friends!

And so it has begun…the year in review, recaps and reflections. Looking to the new year with anticipation, resolutions and goals. Tis the season for marketers to bank on our regrets and mirror our motivations. We hope and pray 2020 will usher in a better version of ourselves.
Here’s to grand plans and taking small steps. Here’s to big wins and lessons learned. Here’s to peace and unity, confrontation and truth. Here’s to open doors and closed ones too. Here’s to making the most of every moment and in the words of that Cristy Lane country classic…taking it “One day at a time sweet Jesus!”
Happy New Year friends!

So grateful for His Light. The Light that shines on my dark places, freeing me to walk confidently in purpose. The Light that gives hope when circumstances are unsure and life doesn’t go as planned. The Light that gives discernment, making me wise as a serpent and innocent as a dove (Matt. 10:16). The Light that compels me to love, to serve, and see others the way He does, extending the same grace He has so faithfully extended to me.
Praying the Light of Jesus shines into your darkness, gives you hope for tomorrow and draws you to receive the gift of His love. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, friends!
Inspired by wise words from my brother Alfonzo Jones II

Subtle lies
Masked as comfort
In cushioned cages
We become prisoners
Worshipping at the altar of safety.
But Freedom calls to
Leaps of faith
Flights of fancy
Walks on water
Courage under fire
Depths of valleys
Heights of mountains
A Life in full bloom

With the holiday season in full swing, I’m thankful for a Thanksgiving spent at home. With family stretching to the south and to the west, holiday travel is often a given but this year, there really was no place like home (and extra sleep).
Of course thoughts of the holidays don’t always elicit warm fuzzies and good cheer. So what if we opted out? Opted out of obligations that steal our peace. Opted out of traditions and expectations that weigh us with dread and mask us with insincerity. What if we shifted our focus? Changed our perspective? What if we dared to do something different? What if our “yes” was genuine and purposeful? What if our “no” was kind but firm and free of guilt. What if we intentionally set the tone and atmosphere of our space? What if in the midst of it all we took time to just be…
Be grateful. Be at peace.
Happy Holidays!

She looks battle weary. Her face bearing the scars of addiction, her head bowed. She walks the line of cars, the blessing of a busy intersection and a red light. Quickly she walks, hoping some kindness might be extended to her- a meal, a few dollars, an encouraging word. This day I can offer only a hello and a prayer. She cries and grabs my hands, her gloves stiff with cold. “In Jesus name,” she agrees. “I know He’s going to take care of me” she says. The light has changed, the cars behind honk with impatience, we say quick goodbyes. Each day I pray, that her absence means she’s found a warm and safe place to lay her head, that she is bravely fighting her demons, that healing and recovery are in her view.
This woman is just one of thousands of homeless men, women and children in Baltimore. The need is heartbreaking and overwhelming but there are individuals and organizations on the front line meeting these needs everyday. If you are considering where to give this holiday season, consider adopting a woman or family (mother & children) at Marian House. They are truly helping women move from dependence to independence.


I love journaling. Like so much so that I designed a workshop to share the love and the benefits (although scheduling hasn’t allowed me to present it just yet, it’s coming…see previous post Writers Speak). I have over 20 years worth of journals stored in bins and periodically go through them to find ideas or just to reminisce. Over at The Writing Cooperative, this article by Karen Thompkins beautifully explains the bridge I found between journaling and discovering my voice as a writer. She also provides some great resources (did you know there was a Center for Journal Therapy?! I am seriously excited about this nugget of new info). Here’s to discovering and staying true to your voice. Keep journaling and writing, friends.