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Your Room Is Your Sanctuary Your room is not just a place in your home.It is your sanctuary. A place where the noise of the day fades.A place where your body exhales.A place where your mind is allowed to be still. For me, sleep is not something I fall into.It is something I prepare for.Continue reading “MY ROOM, MY SANCTUARY.”

You were born with an identity. You were born with gifts, abilities, experiences, and a purpose that is uniquely yours. And you were born to flourish in that purpose. It has nothing to do with whether you are single or married. It has nothing to do with whether you are a mother, a father, aContinue reading “YOU WERE BORN TO FLOURISH”

Not overnight. Not perfectly. But intentionally. They call her the perfected woman.I call her my future self. The woman who has done the work.The woman who has healed, grown, and learned how to move with both strength and grace. Every day, in quiet, consistent ways,I’m walking toward her. This journey is about more than achievement.It’sContinue reading “I know I’m not yet her—but I’m becoming her.”

I say this all the time. I am grateful for the little things and not just the most. I am profoundly grateful that you let my words sit in your hearts and you give audience to what I have to say in writing, giving my camera shy persona, 😂 regardless I found a space toContinue reading “Gratitude is Me..”

I know many of you have read some of my poems, especially I Have an Identity, and I remember some of the conversations and comments that followed. Let me clarify something. I am not writing against marriage. I am not writing against men. And I am not writing from a place of rejecting the beautyContinue reading “I Am Still Me”

I know many of you have read some of my poems, especially I Have an Identity, and I remember some of the conversations and comments that followed. Let me clarify something. I am not a feminist in the sense of teaching women to reject men, marriage, family, or the beautiful responsibility of building a home.Continue reading “His Body Is Mine, and Mine Is His”

My trip home from Atlanta was an adventure I did not ask for. Twice, I found myself somewhere I could only describe as nowhere. And both times, I had my toddlers with me, their little hands in mine. “Mummy, where are we?” “Mummy, call Daddy for help.” I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry.Continue reading “Keep Moving”

I write at dawn, cockcrow peering Fascinating my soul with its inquisitive beam Audacious mind streams,stirring and sniffing. I write, dislodging my being,Like an alien primed to unravelFrom the cradle. I write, listening to my heart speak,Eyes searching, pen strutting, lips quakingIn docile tones,Hearts ducking in clicks as the clock peals its chimeTo keep yetContinue reading ““I Write” ( My inspiration as thus: why I write and how)”

By Joan A. Roberts The road less traveled,The road I dread to tread,Where hawkers, bikers, and ridersHave no security or reassuring insurance. The road less traveled, my bane,I loathe to recall its testimony,Even within my sane harmony. The accidental trainUpon the incidental tragic scene.The captain aboard the flightThat never made it back at night. TheContinue reading “The Road Less Traveled”

She sat quietly that evening. For the first time in months, there was no noise. No telephone ringing. No office demanding her attention. No children asking questions. No familiar voice beside her. Just silence. She had once prayed for a quiet life. Now that she had it, she didn’t know what to do with theContinue reading “Sometimes We Need Our Enemies”