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I aim to inspire and encourage, whether you are a parent, BIPOC, person of faith or anything and everything in between. If I impact just one person out there, I will have served my purpose.
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“Though she be but little, she is fierce." ~William Shakespeare
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Why I Write
For me, writing captures thoughts and beliefs in a concrete way that the spoken word does not. The sense of permanence that the written word embodies has withstood the test of time if you consider the history of not only our world, but of the human race. I have always had a love of words and am so thankful that I have been gifted with the ability and passion to express myself in this manner, since I am a better writer than speaker!
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Why I'm Glad I Went Natural
Photo by Jennifer Marquez on Unsplash Around ten years ago, I was faced with a choice. A hair choice, to be specific. See, because I was...
Blessed
Reflections on Life When you were younger, did you ever think you would be in a place like this? This was a question posed my my husband...
Bits and Pieces
My Therapy Journey So Far Photo by Ning Shi on Unsplash Bits and pieces Floating in space And time Suspended Held captive Twisting and...
Where Did My Baby Go?
Eyasu Etsub on Unsplash My strong-willed child is growing up. It’s happening right before my eyes. My kid is growing taller losing her...
How Will I Know?
A peek inside my anxious mind How will I know When enough is enough And the time To cut ties Has come What will be The signal or sign To...
Fatherless Child
Empty spaces Nothing and no one can fill Inexplicable grief for a thing never had A chorus of what ifs Echoing in your head Would you...
A Prayer for Guidance in the New Year
Patiently awaiting the manifestation of His promises All of your promises, Lord Please manifest All of your glory, Lord Please manifest...
Excellence
Countless shades of beauty Melanin infused Hues of mahogany Ebony, maple Each kissed with the glow of the sun Freedom rider Activist...
An Open Letter to Aggressive Drivers Everywhere
Stop doing what you‘re doing Dear Aggressive Drivers, I would ask where you’re going when you speed past me pushing 90 on the highway,...
Christmas Shamed
It happened again. This year, like the last two, my family has been Christmas-shamed by our neighborhood. If you look up and down our...
One Day at a Time
Taylor descended from the stage with the rest of her graduating class, a tear in her eye and a lump in her throat. She floated as if in a...
We Skipped Trick-or-Treat This Year
We'll get back into it, eventually. So here we were, another COVID Halloween upon us. For the first time seemingly ever, my husband was...
Under the Summer Sun
Dorian turned toward Neal in the lounge chair beside her, keeping an eye on the children as they played under the summer sun. “We did...
Appearances aren't Everything
I don't look like what I've been through. “I would never have guessed that!” “That’s where you’re from?!” “You’re stronger than you...
How I Know I'm Getting Older
You know, besides the physical stuff. Anyone else in their mid-thirties feel incredibly old sometimes? All body aches, creaking joints,...
The PTA Meeting
I talked my husband into going to a PTA meeting with me. Since our daughter started kindergarten we have been paying members of the...
I Took My Child to a Wine Festival
She’s a Minor. This happened almost two weeks ago and I still feel a twinge of shame. Let me give some backstory here. I really like...
To Me, From Me.
A letter of motivation to my past selves. To the eight-year-old me who thought everything she did was wrong — ITS NOT YOU. You DO NOT...
Ode to My Locs
A journey of love and self-realization My locs Twists to locs Trusting the process Empowering, no dread A journey Twisted and bonded...
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