Is Suburban Living Overrated?

I spent two years of commuting from North Saint Louis County to Downtown St. Louis , for work . I was driving more than twenty minutes each way for work and my son’s school. The two of us were living in a 2 bedroom rental. It was a cute little 2 bedroom house.  I had the luxury of having a driveway a designated office space and the convenience of having an laundry area in the basement!  It was nice, plenty of space, but a not so great neighborhood!  We needed a change and I grew up near the Downtown area, so it didn’t take long for me to make a decision to move back to familiar territory. This journey was a little different because I was losing a lot of space and privacy. But, I decided to make the the jump and we moved  into a two bedroom apartment right in the heart of Downtown St. Louis, there is so much history and everything is right outside my door! I can walk to work, restaurants, shopping etc.

 My son’s school  is a  less than a mile from our house.  We went from our rental to sharing a 1 laundry room that serves 90 units!  Don’t get my wrong there have been sacrifices. The driveway is now a distant fantasy and I  pay for parking in an underground garage. Climbing three flights of stairs with groceries can be a challenge but also a great way to get into shape. I knew my son would be losing out on being able to go out and play in a “traditional” neighborhood but he loves it and he attends the Boys and Girls Club .  There is so much diversity in the city, culturally, racially and economically. I want him to be prepared for the real world and be able to be around people who are different from himself without compromising his convictions. He has a long life ahead of him and so do I!

Until next time…

Press Through

I haven’t blogged in a really long time and with all of the things happening in the US, there’s plenty to talk about. I have so many things to share, but I will keep it simple and focus on what’s been pressing at my heart.

I spent time with a really good friend of mine this weekend and we were talking about life, faith, family and community. She said something that really resonated with me…she said, “we need to turn our pain into purpose”. She’s right! With all the crime, racial and political division, depression, poverty etc. it is easy to get caught up in the hype of it all. We’re so focused on the presidential campaign that we’re forgetting people are still without basic needs, food, shelter, clothing.

This has been a really emotional year for me. With all of the many challenges I’ve faced this year such as; someone breaking into my home and struggling to replace the things that were stolen from my family. My eleven year old is now too afraid to sleep in his room or live in the house. The good thing is we live in a rental and the lease will be up next month. It’s been hard to pull up in front of a house that was vandalized and call it home. I wanted to break my lease and run away I felt so violated but, I had to press through and encourage my son when I needed someone to encourage me. Some of the people at work were shocked when I told them about the robbery because I kept smiling and coming in to work. You have to press through the bad days in order to get to the good days.

We all have something that we’re struggling with. We must move forward and redirect our focus from our pain and turn into something purposeful. Participate in a cause or group that shares your same life mission. Help others to overcome their fears and challenges. Start a group or a club with other like minded people. Do whatever it takes to start feeling better about life. Someone needs to know your story because it will give them hope and empower them to be free.

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Black History Month In 2015…

Recently, I discovered that America isn’t the only country that celebrates Black history month. Canadians have celebrated some form of black history long before the US. It began as a week and is now celebrated during the entire month of February. Most of us can’t imagine living during the time of the Civil War or the Civil Rights era which was approximately a century apart. But the truth is, within one century there was very little progress made between the masses. The sixties ushered in a lot of great movements including the Civil Rights movement. I can’t help but feel as though some cities across America are still very racially divided and I know that most people would like to believe that racism is dead in America, but after all of the riots in Ferguson, MO this summer you can’t help but be reminded how separated we all really are. There’s a disconnect somewhere and I don’t know if it’s fear or ignorance that triggers racism. We are so busy with being at odds with one another that we can’t see how similar we are as Americans. Black history month is a time to celebrate ALL who have contributed to the Civil Rights movement and the advancement of African Americans. There were more than African Americans that risked their lives to end segregation and empower others. There were Americans from all walks of life that devoted themselves to end segregation and promote equality. In my household we see Black history month as American history and NOT Black history. As Americans we should all see it this way. Enjoy this month and challenge yourself to embrace someone’s else’s culture.

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Moral Compass

I’m not a judge nor a member of the judicial system, however, I try to use my moral compass to navigate through life. I’m not surprised by the verdict on the Mike Brown case. But as a mom I don’t know how to explain to my nine-year old son that the world see’s him differently than I do. I see a pure child, a prophet, a pastor a young man of GOD and the world only see’s him as a potential hoodlum and or thug. I have to explain to him that his life is not valued the same as his white male counterparts. I pray for peace in  my city. I was born and raised in  the city of Saint Louis and I currently live near Ferguson, MO. As a women of God, I don’t feel that rioting will replace the lost of the Brown’s  family or others who have lost family from unforeseen police brutality.However, as a believer  in Yahweh, I have prayed for peace over my city and understanding for those who can’t understand the pain that I feel as a member of not only the black race but also a member of  the Saint Louis community. I grew up in an environment where I saw young men constantly under attacked for just being black. Whether you agree with the verdict or not. MURDER is not the answer for every unforeseen action. May GOD Almighty continue to bless this wonderful nation. I declare and decree peace in this nation, in Jesus name amen.

Until next time…