My Friend Ericka

There’s another Ericka Clay. I receive her emails from time to time (I suppose our email addresses are pretty close), and I’ve learned a lot about her. She’s from Chicago. She has a daughter. She’s African American and enjoys martial arts and drives a luxury sedan. She travels a lot and has her own personalContinue reading “My Friend Ericka”

A Thousand Papercuts

Writing this feels a little like walking to the guillotine. Honestly, I’ve never done it, but I’m sure my physical reaction would be similar. My eyes hurt from the unchecked tears, and I can’t breathe. My skin feels like it’s suffering a thousand papercuts. It’s death, just the slow-stepped version of it. Our dog diedContinue reading “A Thousand Papercuts”

Running With Wolves

I gave my testimony the other night before the women’s group at my church. It was surreal. I hate public speaking, and crowds, and people focusing all their attention on me (which is why I’ll ask you a million questions so I never have to talk about myself), but I prayed hard that the HolyContinue reading “Running With Wolves”

The One in Which I Die

I think what I’m about to embark on will be huge but not in the sense that I always thought it would. And I’m starting to realize the gift in that. The younger me (let’s call her “Little Ericka” for funsies) would spend hours in front of the mirror, pretending to sit on Oprah’s whiteContinue reading “The One in Which I Die”