I Shall Call These…

… Amazeballs!

I’m not a food blogger. Heck, I’m barely a regular blogger. And I honestly don’t even follow recipes – and sometimes I really try. The truth is, I love being a concoctionary artist [self-title for one who engages in random concocting with delicious results], so I’m not going to pretend to be anything else. 

Here are the basics: The measurements are made up (I didn’t measure). The ingredients are up for interpretation (I didn’t make notes). But I’m telling you, the results are beyond delicious! In fact, they’re Amazeballs! Enjoy!

  • 1c whole Almonds
  • 1/2c Flax seeds
  • 1c Raisins
  • 5 dried Apricots
  • 3 scoops of Pea Protein Powder (I used unsweetened, but do you Boo)
  • 3-4tbs of Coconut Cream
  • Cinnamon (I don’t know, like a spoonful) 
  • Nutmeg (use your judgment) 
  • Vanilla (a few drops)
  • Honey
  • Almond butter (or your choice of but butter)
  • All ingredients purchased from Trader Joe’s

Pulse dry ingredients in food processor until well chopped. 

Mix in honey and nut butter for desired consistency. Don’t go crazy here! You don’t want it mushy or gooey. Aim for crumbly.

Form into balls

Place on parchment paper and freeze for about 5 to 7 minutes. Then move to refrigerator.

Depending on how big or small you make them, the batch should yield about 20 protein balls. I’m having them as my #HEWFIT snacks for the week as they consist of protein, fats, and carbs! 

Oh, and I guess I should say they’re all the frees (gluten, dairy, egg, crap, etc.) #Paleo.


The Reformer and the Believer 

​Dr. Martin Luther King Jr 

Renamed after his father studied the work of Martin Luther in Germany.  

Skipped two grades to start Morehouse College at 15 years old.

Graduated valedictorian at Crozer Theological Seminary.

Accepted to several prestigious doctoral programs, including Yale and Edinburgh. 

Studied systematic theology at Boston University, received his PhD at 25.

Identified as the voice of the Civil Rights movement at 26.

Actually gave two speeches in the shadow of the Lincoln Memorial, the first one, “Give Us the Ballot”, on giving minorities the right to vote.

Had more than one attempt made on his life.

Arrested 29 times on trumped up charges.

Blacklisted by the FBI, accused of being influenced by Communist, and publically called the ‘‘most notorious liar in the country’’.

Followed, tapped, threatened, persecuted, beaten, subjected to bomb attacks, and eventually martyred – 

Not so he can be remembered as a dreamer, but as a Reformer. A Believer who wrestled with his faith. A Fighter who sought to awaken us to the truth that injustice is an affront to God. 

Please don’t quote about a dream today if you aren’t willing to acknowledge that some of us are still living this nightmare.

Feast of Love

“Do not feed your heart what the Lord has not shown you.”

But my heart is famished!
It is frail and feeble from fasting.
It grows covetous from craving.
Surely a slice, a morsel, a taste of what could be, would not be indulgent.

This wondering heart is made of fantasy and flight.
How long must it suffer denial?
Be tethered by yearning?
Begrudged even a bite?

This wandering heart of mine is woefully ravenous.
It will not be satiated with a simple taste. It will long for a spread – bitter or sweet. It will fall on love not given; ruminate on promises not made; dine on words not spoken.
And each treat, each savory crumb will only flame a hunger it can no longer satisfy.

“Do not feed your heart what the Lord has not shown you.”

For it will not delight, it will not gratify. It will not be a feast of love.

(Drafted in February) 


​For my vacation, 

I’m going to paint my living room

I’m going to hang up some artwork

I’m going to finally finish decorating my bedroom

I’m going to do my hair

I’m going to find my hammock and get lost in a good book

I’m going to discover all the quaint little shops that give character to my little town

I’m going to take my dog on long morning walks at dawn

I’m going to work out every day

I’m going to write that story and complete that blog

I’m going to organize all my lesson plans for the fall semester

I’m going to finalize all my training agendas

I’m going to get reacquainted with my couch

[Insert pensive moment] Hmmm. I like this couch

Of the Color Blue and Grey

No matter how much I want to, there are some things I can never write about.

Some emotions are too raw. Too deep to be exposed. 

Some people are too sensitive. Too close to be confronted. 

Some issues are too divisive. Too tainted to be mixed. 

So, I remain silent. For fear of being misunderstood, of being categorized, of being labeled – the angry black woman, the lonely single girl at the dinner party, the bitter fat one with a chip on her shoulder. I find other ways to medicate. To placate. To escape. To pack, stuff, press, bottle, and retreat inward, safe-ward.  

Usually, this works. 

Usually, I can take a deep breath and float above the surface. 

Usually, I can ride the current without any noticeable damage. 


But, every once in a while there is something that threatens to suffocate me. Something that is so much greater than my will. Something that rises and swells and crushes me under its weight. Pulls me to its depth. Brings me to my end. And the only way to breathe, is to write. 


No matter how much I want to. 

No matter how much I need to. 

There are some things I can never write about. 

And I feel foolish. And I feel selfish. And I am upset that of all the THINGS that should elicit a reaction, of all the storms I’ve weathered, this insignificant wave should be the one to drown my heart. And I feel weak. And I feel petty. And I am undone by the color blue and grey.