a writer, a blogger, a wife, a mother, a sibling, and generally an excellent villager for those in my space. I am the author of Sister In The Shadow.
In the shadow, you learn to support, to encourage, to care for others, to silence your voice, and to postpone your own dreams, visions, and goals. Ofttimes Kim had difficulty recognizing herself because her identity had become that of the person in whose shadow she resided. Kim is no longer in the shadows. She is a blogger, storyteller, and excellent villager whose poignant, authentic, and often witty voice resonates with folks of all ages, genders, ethnicities, and identities. At the request of readers, she compiled blog posts from her website with the same name. Her passion and purpose is to encourage, empower, and enlighten others by sharing her life journey.
Anyone who knows me know that my kids and their holistic development has been at the center of my life for most of my adult life. I have no regrets about my decision to invest in them. My intentional investment in them enhanced my life in ways I never imagined and produced two amazingly creative, […]
One of my passions is building healthy, supportive villages for young people. I started this blog because I realized that grown folks often lacked the skills and abilities necessary to communicate and encourage young people in a way that propelled the young ones to greatness. Most often I found that grown folks couldn’t even help […]
This week marked the start of Black History Month which led me down a reflective path. I began to think about the lack of Black History in the classrooms and the lack of Black faces in television, literature, and toys during my childhood. As I struggled to remember the first time I ever saw a […]
Silence abruptly interrupted the noise. Silence startled my chaotic system that normalized the noise. Silence force me to dismiss the comfort of the external vibrato and the reverberating sound within. Silence rested at zero on the decibel meter, then locked the dial at quiet. Silence demanded my attention. Silence was a forced and pregnant pause. […]