My First Fiction Novel: Here’s What I Learned
What a literary journey this has been. I started writing Black Blood White Hands (BBWH) as a short story. From

Apalachee High School Shooting
Four dead: two math teachers, and two students; including countless injuries were sustained by innocent people at Apalachee High School

Black Butterfly
As I walked the sidewalk along a trail, I saw a woman a few hundred feet ahead of me bending

Build a Memorial, Remember, & Heal
Written and Published in 2019 — by ML Andrews The word memorial is found 32 times in the KJV bible.

‘Learning to be Black in the U.S.’
Nigerian novelist, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, was not identified by her skin complexion in her homeland. In her interview with NPR

A Black man of Sautee Nacoochee was found hanging from a tree
Approximately 80 miles north of Atlanta on 21 February 2024, a black man, named Jamal Helton, aged 29-years-old, was found

Everyone Needs a Praying Sibling
My sons start and end their day with prayer. Normally we pray on the way to school followed by quizzing

True Grit is a Rare Quality
True Grit: A Rare Quailty This week I had an humbling conversation with my 82-year-old father. The year was 1958,

Pick It Up
It fell. The wind kept knocking it down. Each letter seemed so sturdy. Life does that. Joy. Not the kind