Author: Lisa Black

It’s Time For Older Women To Rise Up And Younger Women To Rise Up!

I will be turning 48 in a few weeks, however, I spend most of my time with young women in the 20’s and 30’s. Most of the time I am mentoring them and giving wisdom from my white-haired existence whenever asked. I spend a lot of time listening and some time praying for them. I find they are all generally looking for hope and encouragement from someone who has already made it to the other side and is still standing and smiling. It still surprises me how much I absolutely adore my moments with these brilliant young ones. They...

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It has been five years

It was five years ago April 17th that the phone rang in the middle of the night and our world darkened into chaos and devastation.     It was five years ago in the middle of a blizzard that I kissed my husband goodbye as he boarded a plane from Denver to St. Louis to be with our oldest son, Tyler, and to identify the body of our middle son, Michael.   I stood there shaking in the snow, but I was not cold. I did not, I could not, feel anything. I was numb in my body, my...

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Return to Africa; How can I change the world?

It has been 10 years since I have seen this red dirt, smelled the burning trash, wondered how people survive in the stifling heat that you can never find relief from. The heat surrounds you like a cocoon. The African red dirt that sticks to everything and you inhale it into your lungs. It has been 10 years since I looked deeply into the eyes of the African people. It was there that I first experienced the core of humanity in their unique and brilliant souls. Their eyes tell the story of their hundreds of years of war and...

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What young widows need you to know about their grief

I was in the States a few months ago  when a young police officer was shot down miles from where I was staying in Colorado. He was just 30 years old, and he left behind a young wife and two babies. Micah Flick was murdered in the line of duty in my hometown last week. I worked with Micah’s mother for a few years, and his sister was the first babysitter I left my little girls with when I was a young single mother. Micah also had a young family: a wife and seven-year-old twins. Just a few days...

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