Textual Healing – Week #2
On Saturday, I led a discussion and journaling activity on the topic of Rejection in Session #2 of the 6-week series, "Textual Healing," sponsored by Ignite the Voice, Inc.
Teen Writing Workshop in New Haven
I'm facilitating a 6-week writing workshop for teens in New Haven, CT. This event is sponsored by Ignite the Voice, Inc.
Back to Basics
This website was down for about a month or so because I failed to renew the domain in time. A failure to click a few buttons turned into a $80 hassle and also caused me to have to pull in web designers and all of this crap. Ugh! I didn’t mention it because I was a little embarrassed and mad at myself for being a bit irresponsible with something I claim is so important to me. Although I got the website back up with help from a small group of people, including my dad, (thanks Kevin James Hunt), I felt totally convicted in church on Sunday when Pastor Danny Bland was talking about assignments that God has called us to complete.…
Virtual Author Reading
Do you cringe at the sound of your own voice? lol. I usually write, but I tried something new today...a virtual author reading.
Is Jesus for Poor People?
Thoughts I probably shouldn't be having about Jesus
My Roots by Jazmiup (Sponsor)
I would like to give a great, big thank you to Jazmi Zanders for being the first official sponsor of ProcessingPain.com! MyRoots By Jazmiup “Because Our Identity Is Rooted In Our Hair” Purchase today at Jazmiup.com.…
Really Bad Cooking
Last night, my dinner exploded in my face. I grilled yellow squash. I made two twice-baked potatoes – one for me and one for my partner. (LOL. I’m using this term as you recommended from my other story “Your Baby is a Bastard.”) I marinated chicken in italian dressing, and then I baked it. Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep. Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep. The timer on the stove went off. I grabbed the black oven mitts out of the cabinet under the sink, then I opened the oven door. I cringed as the heat from the gut of the oven blew in my face. I pulled the pyrex pan, with chicken in it, out of the oven and placed it on the stove.…
Keeping Up with the Jameses
Many people know God as a savior, a king and a healer, but He’s also a hitman. He did a job for me once. I met Storm James at my dance school. She was 6 years-old; I was 8. It was her first day, and she was afraid to go into her classroom. I took her hand. “Let’s go,” I said, marching her into her first ballet class. This was back in 1990, when no one could touch MC Hammer; when girls wore biker shorts and bamboo earrings; when the dopest 20-something year-olds drove fluorescent-colored Jeep Wranglers with “boomin systems,” like LL Cool J rapped about.…
Butt…
An old college classmate smacked my ass in a diner a few years ago. I didn't know this was considered sexual assault until recently.
Your Baby is a Bastard
After you get married, it seems like the first question people ask you is, “When are you having kids?” If you've had a baby, but haven’t gotten married, people ask you, “Well, when’s the wedding?”
