Bold and Bodacious Blogs
Mercy Ships: Visiting the House of Hussein
Experiencing Africa extends far beyond the depth and reach of island tours, fabrique markets, and the more sophisticate relaxation modes that I’ve partaken in like a spa weekend at the Radisson’s “Buddatude” Spa. During my time in Dakar, Senegal, I’ve been blessed to indulge in a wide array of cross-cultural excursions, but none have blessed […]
Can Real Estate Survive in the Bahamas?
Can Real Estate Survive in the Bahamas? by Penny Dickerson (as published in consumerhomevalue.com Dec. 2, 2019) It’s your honeymoon on Paradise Island. In a nearby cay, two millennials snorkel beneath the clear blue sea while an elderly couple awaits the day’s sunset while relaxing on a pristine, sandy white beach. This is the Bahamas. […]
Bon Voyage to Brunch: Mercy Ships On Boarding see
The trajectory of my personal life has taken a quatum leap in the past four-days. I’ve departed Tallahassee, Florida; arrived in Jacksonville and enjoyed a splendid gathering with family and friends that served as a celebratory bon voyage; boarded two jets to Texas; moved into a wooded and welcoming lodge; worshipped with the […]
One Woman: One Heart
I am a post-menopausal woman. There, I said it. Unlike my senior sisters who reach the pastoral pause naturally, I endured a radical hysterectomy at age 30 and always believed my reproductive health (pap smears, pregnancy, birth control, etc.) were the sum total of my worse medical concerns. Black women are raised to think this. Thanks to […]
The whimsy and woes of a writer’s life.
This blog is featured in HBCU Lifestyles http://hbculifestyle.com/category/culture/ The decision to write full-time is an aggressive endeavor despite talent or drive. Writing is a multi-billion dollar industry that is news-necessary, the cutting-edge of entertainment, and the pivotal intersect of social survival: Tweet or die. African Americans have infiltrated the literary scene with riveting stories nestled […]
“Flight”
Twenty years ago, almost at this same early morning hour, I was in day two of what would be a four day, extended, evil battle of the belly called, “labor.” My first contractions started on a Thursday morning and I likened it to being sucker punched by Ali with no intentions of a Ropa-Dope recovery. […]
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