Dear Friends, it’s been a matter of days and circumstance for which I have not written nor been able to communicate but grace and destiny abound as this transmission reaches you now. Your existence …

This was a small scribble in my sketchbook that just looks eerie when I look at it now. I love it. Can you hear the voices too?

I rarely frequent Starbucks but I stopped by for a soy latte this past week on the way to witness my son’s final orchestra performance for the school year. As I awaited the templated …

(Nadine is the personification of hope)
This is not some love poem or a soliloquy of a dream
This is not a confession of an angry black man or how its difficult to be a human being
This …

not sure why the baby is upside down or why I’m doodling babies but…