A few months ago, I wrote a Letter to My Son, a lot of it was about how to be a healthy man, devoid of toxic masculinity, highlighting some of the most important lessons I’ve learned. Today, I write this one to him when he gets older. P.S. You can check my letters to my daughter and black women here.
While it has not been confirmed, the internet is abuzz with the possibility of Beyoncé giving birth to her second and third child. Continuing with Women’s Week here at Everything’s Magnificent, why not highlight the Queen Bey?
I know it’s been almost six months since we’ve last hung out. We are growing into powerful men searching for the place that God has for us. We held each other up when things were at their toughest and what started off as chance built one of my strongest friendships. You are no longer just a friend, you are my brother.
I’ve talked before about my grandmother and the way she molded my life for the better. She had a cameo as my angel in my Letter to Black Women and frankly, I can talk about her until I’m blue in the face. But, the story I want to share today is how a simple prayer changed my life. Continue reading “How Prayer Saved My Grandmother & Me”
I’ve already written two letters to my daughter and one to black women but today goes to my son (that doesn’t exist). With all the extensive pressure to perform and live a certain way to society’s standards, I want to reach out to him. I want to give him some lessons I’ve never gotten about growing up.
In honor of Martin Luther King’s Birthday, I wanted to write something about MLK’s legacy. I found myself at a lost for words from the mere scope of who he was as a man. So much can be said about his legacy and even the way his legacy has been used since his death. Many of his most poignant thoughts and speeches have been lost to the public, shrouded behind the magnificence of the legendary, “I Have A Dream” Speech. I wanted to share a short clip of him that got me thinking. (I’ve been to the Mountaintop) Continue reading “In Honor of Martin”
Today is dedicated to an old friend and past love. I writing this to finally have my own type of closure.
This is inspired by Same Drugs by Chance the Rapper. You can find the lyrics here. Continue reading “Same Drugs: Growing Up and Growing Apart”