Writer, poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger, recovering corporate animal and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will only get in the way.
I knew growing up when all else failed, when desolation and abandonment threatened.
I always knew that you would be standing there, indefatigable not unlike the Rock of Gibraltar to infuse me with the ingredients to manifest what I deemed impossible to conceive.
In a ugly world where being minimized, broken and stripped bear of purpose is a cruel reality, it was your wrestling valiantly with the “Powers that be” that taught me that selflessness is virtue and a duty that is supposed to be freely tendered as a foundational element of love.
I love you Momma – please know that I endeavor to be a reflection of you and your grace, in a world that is in dire need of it.
Here I humbly stand – wishing you the happiest of Birthday’s.