Authorkaren marie mason

To Kenya On Father’s Day


Your daddy gave me the most precious most beautiful most delicate most ambitious gift in the world. You.

Your daddy was kind and patient and loving and like the rest of us he was flawed.

Flawed in a way that gave him courage

Flawed in the way that drove his ambition and desire to do better by all his children.

His flaws were his fuel.

He didn’t hide them (like your Mommy) in fact he had a way of stuttering through them when we would talk. He owned them.

And by owning them he’s teaching me from the ancestral world to own mine and to stand with my imperfectness always with a desire to do better and to be better.

Your daddy loved you.

You were born on July 23. You were born on His Imperial Majesty’s birthday and and as a Nyah Binghi Rastaman your Daddy held his shoulders extra high. Proud.

I often wonder what goes through your mind on Father’s Day.

Just know that daddy is holding you on this day and every day as you show the world the greatness that lies within you.

So don’t feel lonely on this day.

Don’t feel alone.

Your life is the fulfillment of all he ever desired.

Prepare for what you ask for. It’s coming. Behave like you already have it. I am.

The Healing Power of Family

Me, Niece Hanae, Nephew and graduate Iain, Big Brother Clarke and Niece Kai

My niece asked me last weekend at my nephews graduation from Colgate University why I haven’t been to Detroit to visit. I didn’t have an answer. At least not a good one. Feeling ashamed, broken, pained just didn’t seem like a good enough answer to tell my beautiful and brilliant rising senior at University of Michigan who genuinely wanted to know why. I didn’t have an answer. At least not a good one.  Some how I had forgotten the healing powers of family. The healing power of making amends. The healing power of saying “I’m sorry.” The healing power of just being in close proximity to those that share the same lineage.

I was reminded in the last two weekends when I attended My cousin’s marriage and later my nephews graduation. Grateful I put aside stories I created in my mind and decided to live and full joy the moment.


I Rose While Falling

I fell. Hard. Long.
Saw things a little clearer from rock bottom. 
And now I rise.


Love Or Fear

My Neighborhood.

Many of our decisions are guided by two thought processes: love or fear.  For instance let’s say you are not feeling well and don’t want to go to work.  The love response would be to call in sick.  The fear response would be to go to work sick.  This fear could be motivated by money, threat of losing your job or whatever.  It doesn’t really matter the motivation. What matters is the choice you made over the option to love and take (self) care of yourself.

Choose love you’all.  These thoughts came to me while I was walking my neighborhood.  It’s not something that I use to do often but so much of what I use to do is no longer relevant to what I am doing now.

Somehow I forgot how beautiful my neighborhood was.  It’s possible I may not have remembered in the first place since I have been so consumed with all things Karen.

Learning to remember again through love.

Through The Stages

Photo Credit: Terrell Clark

Today I release the Preface of my “Through The Stages” e-book. It’s not perfect. It is imperfect and so am I.  Grateful for all who are supporting this journey.  You will receive a link in the email that you used when you ordered.  The plan is to release a chapter a month.  Seven in all.