JOURNALS OF JO

THE WHO I AM NOW This thing called self image, the who I am now, right now. So I'm looking in the mirror at this person and she is...

When I rise in the morning, no. Just before I open my eyes, my skin is placid.... You are ins the presence of greatness.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS… Once upon a time when I was naïve I believed in fairytales. I believed there were monsters under my bed....

Great America So, an idiot presidential candidate, wants to make America great again. Which great America does he think will come back...

I looked into the pot to see what was cooking and all I saw was water... Momma was putting in all sorts of spices... when I asked her about

And just knowing that I will soon place that lovely elixir to my lips and feel it slither down my throat, leaving a sensation that consumes

My heart is saddened for the suffering of women. Why? Because I am one. Because I have suffered Because I know the anguish, humiliation,...

After waiting up for hours and hours until the sun came up over the horizon of the tall buildings in this dark city where we live and where

I’m in a mood. And it isn’t because the cycle of life is upon me. It’s because the cycle of life is ever upon me.

You have the power to make the powers that be see me as a human being. You have the power to turn the tide of racism to love and acceptance