Mozelle Batiste Delacroix’s only son.

Chitlins definitely aren’t for everybody, and that’s fine, not everyone wants their dinner to come with a backstory and a strong opinion about hot sauce. But sometimes I hear the dislike voiced with such dramatic intensity that I start wondering if it’s really just about pig intestines,

Even though Jason Arday has been cleared of plagiarism, the vindication feels painfully late, after suspicion and the damage have already taken their toll. His case echoes a troubling pattern. Black people’s knowledge and accomplishments are ALWAYSmet with doubt, as though their success must have

That message is one Black Americans know all too well. If your Black and intelligent, your intelligence will always be scrutinized by white people. No matter the awards, degrees, or accolades you possess. There will always be a white person out there ready interrogate your intelligence.

Even though Jason Arday has been cleared of plagiarism, the vindication feels painfully late, after suspicion and the damage have already taken their toll. His case echoes a troubling pattern. Black people’s knowledge and accomplishments are ALWAYSmet with doubt, as though their success must have

I don’t think I’d ever want to be royalty. The life sounds easy, and opulent…but I’d rather be a traveling apothecary. Going from town to town, trading my wares and meeting new people. 

Bom dia!

To a druid, death may be seen not as an ending that stands apart from life, but as part of its great turning. The trees do not hold their leaves forever, they let them go when the season calls. In winter, the bare branches can look empty, yet beneath the quiet, life remains…resting, changing,

There may be moments of lightness, then sorrow again, like a sudden frost after the first blossoms of Spring.Both belong. To remember someone is to carry their presence through every season, not unchanged, but woven into the life that continues. So honor your grief, let it work through you. 

To a druid, death may be seen not as an ending that stands apart from life, but as part of its great turning. The trees do not hold their leaves forever, they let them go when the season calls. In winter, the bare branches can look empty, yet beneath the quiet, life remains…resting, changing,

preparing for what comes next. Grief is like winter, too. It can make the world feel still and unfamiliar, and it asks us to move gently through days that once seemed ordinary. We may miss the warmth of the person we’ve lost as keenly as the sun in the cold months.

Screen name: Blue eyes white Daddy♠️ Age: 50 “Looking for younger black guys to come over and pound this pink pussy into oblivion. I live alone, can host, and I’m down to smoke with a chill brotha.”