The White Coats

Over the last year 22 different doctors provided me with care. That’s a lot of white coats. Along the way I made observations and began classifying doctors into types. Yes, these are my judgements based on my experiences. And just so you know the purpose of this post isn…

Heritage A Poem by Kimba

Heritage These ain’t my hands or my feet Lord, you know these are my mama’s hands And my daddy’s feet. This nose on my face don’t belong to me Rather it belongs to my daddy’s grannie These straight white teeth are Aunt Saddie’s and…

The Practice of Gratitude

Practice Gratitude Be grateful for what you have. Count your blessings. That was a constant message in my childhood. And I believe that I was more grateful than my counterparts. But as I grew older gratitude slipped away and so did joy and happiness. My life was work. The more…

Do You Remember? A Poem by Kimba

Do You Remember? We are the first stars Lifted not fallen Carrying the Opus Do you remember? The stardust Queen guiding us to earth As it all began Do you remember? Bolder than the sun Shooting across the sky Wishing on our own souls Do you remember? We were the…

To Wig or Not to Wig

To Wig or Not to Wig In this post I’m chatting about cancer and wigs. To Wig or Not to Wig. That is the question. Cancer is such a personal journey that it came as a shock when people started telling me, the bad ass unicorn, what covering…