I was all starry eyed with a glittering gleam in my eye when I was visiting my former pastor. My then-man friend (can one call a man a boyfriend?) gave me his Mercedes-Benz to drive a few states over to visit some former friends. That still baffles me, sometimes, that he gave me his luxury car to drive around. He actually had two and gave me the better of the two to go and visit. It was me and my sons on this visit. A bit of context, by the time I was that ripe-old-age-of-barely-thirty, I had already lived through the darkest days of my life, had already been married-and-divorced, had juggled the disappointment and shame that society heaped upon women (and all before social media made our every move ubiquitous with content), and was in a rebuilding my dreams stage of life. Back then, I was considered old, funny looking at it now, my children - all adults - are still figuring out their lives at the ages when I was responsible for someone else. Anyway, back before camer...
life, really, and a latte by Tayé Foster Bradshaw