Are you my other mother?Among the manyHeavensent for fatherTo feel whole again? The fire rages onIn his soul,In spite of hisLonely heart. I am my father’sDaughter, aSpitting imageWithin his pride. Born small and meek,Now strong and brave,Among the savannahPlains of the wild. A concrete jungle,Caged soulsFollowing myFather’s footsteps. A lone lionDesiring love,In a game whereWinner ...

There is an old cigar shop on the edge of Cedar Hill Park with boarded windows and doors on the side near the crest. The passersby complain about the eyesore, though the house is unsure of how they or it know about the old cigar shop without signage. Inside the house, the people’s furniture and ...

Who do you think you are? A question my mother liked to ask me when she was getting on to me. I use to stand there and wonder, who did she think I was? Yet, my shaky voice always answered back, “No one.” I really wanted to tell her that I was Chasity Anne Sifford, ...

As a working mom, things do not come easy for me. I am on the go from the time I wake up to way past “normal” bedtime. The holidays’ kickoff a horrible state of panic because the budget is stretched beyond what is available, and there is just no time to figure things out. It ...