a piece of paper tumbles in the wind. on it is a picture that we have all seen - the face of a white male with long brown hair, a matching beard, and a crown of thorns. a child looks up from picking through the garbage pile and snatches the paper. "auntie kate!" he grins, … Continue reading

โ€œWho will sing my lullaby?Who will hold me when I cry?When I awake and no oneโ€™s thereWho will sing my lullaby?โ€ Africa is a beautiful place, a place that I love to call home. When writing, I try o paint a picture of this Africa: a place where people love each other and the Lord, … Continue reading