Setting the Record Straight

What is a critic? Someone who can’t do what you can do so they want to criticize your stuff. – Martin Lawrence (this quote has been paraphrased. Specifically the word, stuff, to avoid using profanity.)

Being a Christian will never limit me as a writer. I’m not a big fan of labels because I know if people can label you, they can limit you. I’m a Christian and a writer, but I’m not a Christian writer. I don’t want to be put in a box and have my content be specifically aimed to just a Christian demographic alone.

I’m a Christian with an edgy side. Still saved, though. (Just in case anyone gets that twisted.)

I want to reach people from all walks of life. Doing so doesn’t come without being criticized, though. I write about all kinds of things and it’s not always clean, cookie-cutter, wholesome stuff. Some of it’s going to be controversial, raw, direct and vulnerable. I’ve personally struggled with the vulnerability aspect because it’s scary to share my truths and experiences and touch topics that others may want to write on, but won’t because of what others think and the criticism, especially from the naïve, judgmental, church-community types. I’ve been saved since I was seven and I’ve seen how bad this can get. And the older I get and the closer my relationship with Christ grows, I’m learning to let go of a lot of some of my once longtime, limited beliefs on things I once held so tightly to.

I have noticed the criticism, pull backs, internet trolls, social media status updates of someone trying to come for me… I see it. Is what it is. Stay upset, I guess.

Having a difference of opinion, different political views, perspectives and thoughts on different things won’t send me to hell or have me excommunicated from “the church.” My thing is if you don’t like my content, you don’t have to read it. Criticism comes with the territory of being a writer. I’m used to it. But I’m still going to share my stories, thoughts, and material boldly and unapologetically.

Critics criticize, it’s what they do.

Writers write. It’s what they do. It’s what I do. And I’m doing very well. No hate here, just love.

The Day I Became A Kidney Donor

About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...

I’m Glad I’m Not Married

When I was about five years old, I was sitting in the backseat of my dad’s car when me, him, my older cousin (my aunt’s son), and my aunt (my dad’s sister) caught my aunt’s fiancé with another woman. My dad had been driving my aunt out to run some errands since she didn’t have a driver’s license or a car. When she spotted her man with another woman, she told my dad to pull the car over, got out of the car, and immediately addressed him. She wanted the keys back to her apartment and was done with him. The other woman she caught her fiancé with slapped him when she realized what was happening, and that was that. When my aunt returned to the car, she was clearly and understandably upset, and the ride back to her place was quiet. Although I was too young to fully grasp what was happening at the time, I knew it wasn’t good. And now, at 34 years old, I can’t imagine how much pain she was in. Her wedding had been planned and paid for – and she never made it down the aisle. My aunt was a beaut...

How To Respond To A Nasty Email

Technology has made many people bold, rude, and incredibly messy. Often to the point where some may hide behind words they’ve typed instead of verbally communicating a message they want to convey. Such can be the case when it comes to sending emails. Ah, emails. You know what they are. Electronic messages that can be quickly drafted, sent, and misinterpreted (because you can’t always interpret tones or emotions through them). Which is why it’s key to know how to respond to nasty emails if they should ever come your way – especially in the workplace. As a working professional, there have been plenty of times when a coworker or superior sent an email my way that was petty, mad disrespectful, and unprofessional. And before I learned how to properly utilize email etiquette, my first instinct would always be to clap back. I just felt the need to respond and to communicate that I wouldn’t allow anyone, no matter who they were, to disrespect me. And while I haven’t taken t...

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