Vicki L. Clark

In the spirit of my father, mother, grandmothers, grandfathers, uncles, aunts, and cousins who have passed on, I breathe today.   In the past, I had all of them to love and guide me through the joys and pains.  On this day of my birth, I recognize how all contributed to my “victorious spirit” to still be alive after several cancer episodes, an all-encompassing cocaine addiction and prison incarceration.   Remembering the pieces given, I weep on this day of celebration. B

When I thought about writing about my life, I knew I would have to draw upon negative and positive experiences that made me the person I...

My parents taught me to always dream possibilities in the wake of improbabilities. It has been crucial to staying true alive. Today, my seventy-eigth birthday, I live peacefully in a world hostile to me because I am Black, lesbian and considered financially poor. I live this way in spite of the chaotic climate of the world after the uprising and pandemic of the past five years. While it may seem like I have put blinders on to the reality of what we as a people lost, I ha

"If you do not transform from your pain, it was all for naught!" VLC 2019 Recovery from all the life issues in the last few years has...

"Infinity is where I began......infinity is where I will end....until then, I will live and love life to the fullest" Vlc In January, a routine annual physical showed a malignant tumor in my right breast and calcifications in the left one. I'd felt some underarm pain for a few weeks prior to the appointment but attributed it to a muscle pull. That was not the case. It has now affected my lymph nodes. I have rejected the treatment plan of the professionals. There will be

Although Black is my skin color, my faith has not faltered. The dreams I had growing up in Denver still exist. Yes, even in today's...

“You are never in a room you don’t belong in” Essie Lee Dickerson Grandma is the foundation that permeates my life. She is the primary...

Inside me are the heartbeats of my spiritual mothers who have passed on. I have their rhymes and their rhythms in my blood. When I was...

I was unsure what I was hoping to get out of my cannabis garden this year other than some decent weed. I knew that I wanted to try my...

My mother's songs in my head are soft melodies for the rest of my life. In the year she has been gone, I hear rising crescendo notes of a...