Grace Notes premise: I do not write for exhaustive reach or endless exchange. This is an insular offering made with intention with the hope that among those it reaches, a few will be encouraged to question, discern, and carry a signal of responsibility forward. If I may be so bold as
There was a time when the world looked to America for steadiness not perfection, but proportion. Now the cameras roll, the gestures are unmistakable, and the consequences flow only in one direction. What once would have ended a career is now absorbed, memed, defended, and forgotten. This post is not
The statement shown in this poster is verified.It was issued directly from the President of the United States’ official, verified social account.This is not rumor. This is not commentary.Check for yourself. We are being drawn openly and deliberately into a military engagement in Latin America. A declared naval blockade, public threats of
That Begins the Story How did I arrive here, I wonder. Because the flux in the political atmosphere is overwhelmingly tormenting that black hole of emotion, the kind that pulls the body, mind, and spirit into exhaustion. The scenarios keep circling, repeating, unraveling until the regime that punctured and bled
et me be candid for a moment. Some of you may have noticed that my posts have been more politically charged lately. Yet those who truly know me also know that my world is filled with laughter, color, music, and movement a gallery of human connection from every corner of
Originally written January 15, 2013 – restored September 2025 Rambling somewhere in the echo chambers of my head is a maelstrom of thought responses on how the Internet gives me a voice. Before I became an indulgent convert to the realm of internet technology its profuse envelopment of all my
We the People say: Stop the war with Venezuela. Reaffirm the Caribbean as a Zone of Peace. Humanity first not bombs, not bravado. Filed under: Peace • Caribbean • Civic Duty If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and talks like a duck… when do we admit
Some days feel like a long purgatory. I find myself carrying the weight of headlines like extra baggage drained, conflicted, and quietly asking: how long must this last? It is as if we are eavesdropping on the great ledger of government, watching the costs rise, yet never seeing them fully
On body, seasons, and the theatre of being. Today my brainwaves are having a moment. My niece sent me a photo recently, and I looked… fluffy. A full-size woman 14+, 16. Who does this, right? Is it attention-seeking to show your body, or can we simply lighten up and jest?
At the beginning of 2013, I was caught in the undertow of economic loss. The housing crisis pulled me from a full-time, sustaining consulting career into a part-time temp role barely above minimum wage and I felt myself mentally and financially imploding. I reached for social media as a lifeline,
Written By Grace C. Walker