by Monica A. Coleman | Sep 21, 2012 | Blog, Monica's Blog, The Beautiful Mind Blog
I don’t sleep at night anymore. I have a newborn baby, with twenty-four hour needs that come in one hour intervals. My child does not know the difference between day and night and has already learned that I’ll be there whenever. So I don’t really sleep at night...
by Monica A. Coleman | Sep 8, 2012 | Monica's Blog, The Beautiful Mind Blog
I was recently one of the guests on Huffington Post Live on a segment called “Nothing to Be Ashamed Of” on Black Mental Health. Marc Lamont Hill is the host. Other guests included: Atrice Williams, Mychal Denzel Smith, Stacia Brown, Traci Campbell and...
by Monica A. Coleman | Aug 28, 2012 | Media, Monica's Blog, The Beautiful Mind Blog
In the 30th chapter of Deuteronomy, Moses speaks in the voice of God and offers the Hebrew community a choice: “I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life” (verse 19). This is a wonderfully dramatic passage — on which I’ve heard...
by Monica A. Coleman | Aug 17, 2012 | Blog, Monica's Blog, The Beautiful Mind Blog
I really enjoy the use of new media in churches. When I can’t make it out of the house, I watch worship services via livestream on my smartphone. I prefer to tithe via credit card on the church website, and I love that my church sends pictures and announcements via...
by Monica A. Coleman | Jul 20, 2012 | Blog, Monica's Blog, The Beautiful Mind Blog
Please be patient with me God is not through with me yet When God gets through with me When God gets through with me I shall come forth, I shall come forth as pure gold I still remember learning that song—among so many others—in Vacation Bible School in my home...
by Monica A. Coleman | Jun 22, 2012 | Blog, Monica's Blog, The Beautiful Mind Blog
Last week, I opened my front door and found the yellow pages telephone book on the steps. I wasn’t sure why I received one since there is no home telephone line in the household. Imagining no use for it other than boostering a small child in a kitchen chair, I didn’t...