JOURNALS OF JO

Time moved forward as it does. It waited not for any man, woman or child. It marked the day as it was appointed to. Nothing more. Planet...

The back burner. That's where you put a pot after the foods done cooking. You turn the fire down on low to keep it warm until It's ready...

Funny how I never get to smile about the things that make me smile anymore. It’s a constant struggle just to keep up with the everyday...

#BlackLivesMatter really did start as just a hashtag #, because of all the Black people being murdered at the hands or knees or bullets...

And for a while there it seemed like I was a wonder child.

Where did you grow up? Was it a nice neighborhood where all the neighbors know each other by face or a nod? No family had more than three...

Its amazing how we feel when we finally slough off the debri of a bad life that has held us back and down. You know when you finally can...