By

Danielle Buckingham
One of my favorite memories with my daddy is going to the beach at Lake Michigan in Chicago. We would walk on what we called “the rocks” – huge rock-like structures you could sit on – and watch the sunset. Every time we were there, I remember asking a bunch of questions, picking little pebbles...
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The church I grew up in was the same church my grandmother grew up in. Going always felt like reconvening with distant relatives and the church itself served as a kind of home-away-from-home for me. The church was where I met and developed childhood friendships. When folks discovered my gift of singing, the church celebrated...
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Precious Lord take my hand. Lead me on. Let me stand. I am tired. I am weak. I am worn.  As I sat in my bedroom feeling heavy with the news of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor, Fannie Lou Hamer singing “Precious Lord,” played on repeat in the background. In this recording, she recalls finding...
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