Here Comes the Sun…Lil’ Darling.

This is Baltimore Penn Station pre-sunrise. Pre sunrise has become a magical time for me, an opportunity to experience Baltimore city before it awakens to morning rush hour traffic. The fog and darkness render this familiar landmark unrecognizable.

In the past, I might have moaned about being tired ;getting up early;all resulting in a conversation that “life is a struggle.”

Instead today my conversation is “I am outside on a moisturizer- laden breezy spring morning before sunrise because I am chasing my dream.” Life is a conversation.

If I place being up in the early morning in the context of “chasing my dream” then it is an affirmation of my desire.

I have only recently realize that I interpret the facts and circumstances of my life. I can either create an interpretation that spurs me to take appropriate action or one that stops me from taking appropriate action. These are really the only two choices.

So, if you are going to create a story about what happened in your life or day make it one that creates transformation through appropriate action.

Happy Friday, what needs a linguistic re-write in your inner dialogue?








What I Thought I Knew About Happiness Made Me Sad.

I am a “participant” in a Seminar called The Happiness Seminar which was created by Landmark Education, a world leader in transformational education. I put quotes around the word participant, because  I have only listened to the recorded Seminar rather than participating live. The fact that the Seminar is conducted via internet and recorded and made available will grow the audience for this valuable emotional education.

My listening to the first and second sessions to this Seminars has provided me the tools with which to generate happiness regardless of the circumstances in which I find myself. This is a bold statement.

From the first session of the Seminar, I accepted that I was functioning under the falsehood, fallacy that I was not the source of my happiness. When stated so simply, our only response is “Duh, of course,” but we don’t, at least I had not been living my life as the source of my happiness. My circumstances and my interpretation of those circumstances was what decided whether I was happy or not.

In the second session of the Seminar, I learned that I was n’t really present to my life. I have come to believe that being present to life is relating to “it” with all of your faculties. Often times, I have been in my head instead of out here in the world.

As I continued to reflect upon my thoughts about happiness, I also examined how “happiness” occurs within my body. What I found was that when I considered myself happy,  I  crinkled my eyes, my breathing and heart rate increases and I feel a profound energetic connection with what is occurring. increased rate of my heart and breathing and a deep  emotional connection to the moment.   I believe we are  present when we interact with the world using both our minds and bodies and all of our senses.

Perhaps most startling and valuable was that  I discovered that I had linked happiness to sadness.  I had unconsciously been applying my “formula”  for what made me happy to the events that were happening in my life. This convoluted linking of happiness with sadness was the result of some the crazy beliefs that I had made up when I linked happiness and sadness. First belief about happiness was that “happiness was best shared.” This belief ruled out ever being happy unless I was with something.

Another one of my beliefs about happiness was that “the happier the moment, the sadder the sad moment.”

As a result I remained in a default state of subdued happiness and mostly irritation and anxiety. Pretty sad.

These tears of joy seemed to accompany every great moment of my life from the birthing of my two children to my graduation from law school and to many happpy events in my life. So, this link of happiness with tears had been around for a long time. A prime example of such a moment was when I got married to my late husband, Delgardo Darby. If you look closely at my face in the picture below, underneath that big smile is a tear-stained face.  

By realizing I had made this link between happiness and sadness, I have an opportunity to choose to make other connections both emotionally and mentally. This could be possible if I choose to believe that I was the source of my own happiness. This is good and exciting place to be. As a result of these insights I have had a very happy week.

I don’t know what I will discover in the next five sessions of this Seminar, but I will share what I have learned. I end with the realization that happiness occurs in brief moments, the trick to life is to string as many as of these moments of happiness together as often as possible.

What have you told yourself about Happiness? Answering that question for yourself, may set you free.

(The photo which I open this blog entry is  an example of my future relationship being a couple of cares for each other in the most fragile time of our lives- now that is a reason for Happiness. Here are photos another created happy day in my life. )

The Happiness Seminar

If there is a word that describes the past few weeks in my life that word is “accomplishment.” I mention this because I am taking a test course on”Happiness,”conducted by one of the world’s premier educational consulting groups, Landmark Education Corporation.

What I have noticed after my first on-line seminar  which I watched and listened to Sunday night, rather than participate live, was that this morning I woke up and checked into myself, deciding that I was ready to get up before my wake-up alarm sounded. My usual Pavlovian reaction would be to bolt out of bed like a racehorse at the sound of the bell. But, I am getting ahead of myself.

The “takeaway tenant ” from the first Happiness Seminar was that I “we”‘ have been operating out of the fundamental misperception that  we are not the source of our own happiness. Therefore,  we seek external  circumstances to determine whether we are happy or not. Crazy.

I also saw that my recollected sense of “happiness” included the elements of accomplishment and tears often bitter because the road to that attainment was rocky and filled with the desire to quit.

Seeing this connection created an opening to not interpret my life from rules or memories from an already given background or past, but instead to feel life intensely in the moment. Otherwise, we miss life and re-live and asses the report or story about what happened. We miss life because we are not present to it.

Shortly after this realization, moments later I picked up a bottle of hair shampoo that looked similar to a bottle of body lotion and slathered shampoo all over my body.


So, the Seminar reminded me to be present in life rather than in my head assessing and judging everything.

Theses insights have already altered the actions I have taken since listening to the Seminar 12 hours ago.  I got so much already, I cannot wait for the next six courses.

This  is a “test course ” and hopefully Landmark Education will offer it to the public via the internet. Until that happens, I will keep sharing with you.

With that said, “How do you experience Happiness?”







It has been heart- rendering to read about the cuts in social and arts programs that this administration has proposed in its budget.

Can they really be this mean?  How  can this Administration gut social programs and the arts to create guns and war and a wall? Meals on Wheels and the eradication of the National Endowment of the Arts followed by a roll-back of protections for student loan borrowers and the dismantling of the Environmental Protection Agency cuts a swath across what creates Humanity.   Who is not hurt by these proposed cuts?

America  wake up. Trump is creating an oligarchy to rival the current and past Russian Oligarchies. If not the 1% who agrees with him -then “Then let them eat cake.”

There is no time, in American or World History except for the French and Russian and American Revolutions that more reminds me of what is occurring in this country today.

Each of us must take a side.




I returned to Baltimore, which the snow storm of 2017 apparently missed,  after my airline carrier cancelled my return trip two days in a row. But this is not a tale about the storm or about the delays returning home; it is about the hope and love I encountered while in Birmingham, Alabama  the first city on the book tour for my novel, Cracked.

Cracked is not only about the main character’s  addiction, but also about her untreated trauma which years later when she is without support the stresses of her career and motherhood lead her to escape with a trust fund crack addict. The book is about relationships and whether those relationships are mutually beneficial or damaging.

While in Birmingham, I met people who had been negatively impacted by addiction and trauma.I met women and men, mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers who were themselves addicts or related to one. As I spoke about my own former addiction and recovery and broken relationships, they recalled their own, each understanding that trauma-of the physical body can translate to the mind, the human brain.

I was also privileged to speak with medical doctors and residents of Alabama’s St. Vincent’s Hospital, reminding  them that addiction is a disease of the mind and body, “Unless we heal the psychic wounds your patients in your future practices will be largely compromised of  people  seeking something to stop the pain” , something they have seen with our country’s growing opioid addiction epidemic.

While there were tears, there was healing and love and hope and a community which are all the things required to mend broken or “Cracked ” people.

Make it a day of light;touch somebody’s heart today.

Brianna S. Clark




We talked about presidents today. We talked about Barack Obama and why he did not issue an apology to all African-Americans and enslaved Americans.

We talked about President Jefferson and Sally Hemmings and Monticello. We mentioned his name and wondered if there was some good that could come from America’s 45th president.

Brianna  S. Clark


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These are the images that mark my journey from my day to day role as an Attorney to my role of Successful Author, One must meet one’s audience and engage.I am grateful for the opportunity, health, and support of all kinds from my diverse and talented community. Keep Moving Forward. ♥️