As we say goodbye to October, I’d like to discuss something that we don’t talk nearly enough about… grief. In October when so many celebrate life and survival, there are many that hurt from the pain of losing loved ones. I know individuals that hate breast cancer awareness month because it reminds them of the…

Uncomfortably comfortable derailed Last week I got on the rail to go to work. After two stops the Metro attendant that was riding the rail with us said, “There is a fire downtown, this rail will stop. You will have to get off and ride shuttles downtown.” Some people begin to moan, cuss and became…

Frame of Reference How you relate to a person, a situation, crisis, hurt and even celebration is all affixed to your frame of reference. When I say frame of reference, I’m referring to ones central compass of beliefs and thoughts. I gained my frame of reference from Christian, Black, southern parents that some considered “middle…

My Daddy sent me this picture about a year ago. He said one of his fellow trooper snapped it. When I see this I see a number of things… 1. Authority vs. Peace… just because you can doesn’t mean you should. I see a uniform and a gun… but he’s at peace. 2. You can…

Why now… part II Believe me or not… a persons testimony can be powerful. How many times do we go to the doctor or enter a relationship and think, “I wish I would have known that.” The I wish I knew that comes to me when I find out a relative had a medical issue…

My last post was regarding the great time I had with my family at the Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and how it’s important to realize all good things take time. Well… sometimes life blows! As we were returning from our trip, we had a blowout on the trailer that was attached to the…

Good things take time! This weekend my family and I attended the Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque, New Mexico. We drove hours, to get to Albuquerque, then woke up super early to watch the initial assertion of the balloons. There was an extreme wait. The walk from the car to the gate was long. We walked…

Who do “they” know you as? Have you ever been out somewhere and heard your name and think, “No one knows me by that name here”? I, like most of you have many names. My kids from church call me, Ms.Hope. My old students call me Ms. Pamplin. My college students call me Dr. Hope….