I am not white. I am not black. Yes, I have faced racism in my life. But I have never feared for my life or been at risk for many things that Black people face on a daily. I rarely post anything political, it’s not because I don’t care, I’ve just didn’t have the energy to engage in conversations with people over blatantly obvious wrong … Continue reading Remembering George Floyd: Change begins with You & I
This post is inspired by my friend Lamont. Thank you for curing my years-long writer’s block and inspiring me. It’s also dedicated to my Friend La Ferne, yes, that was me. Ok, I’ll write. 🙏 Also to Leila, who told me how something I wrote helped her. So here goes. There’s a situation that happened over the weekend that pissed me off. I’m not going … Continue reading 1 Month Reviews
This post will not be concise, it may not even make any sense because I’m tired but I said I would start writing again…and today there are alot of things on my mind. This post is a combo of thoughts on my mind, and maybe sometimes yours too. this is a dear diary, without the dear diary part. Observations and thoughts of the day. I … Continue reading ‘Deep’ Thoughts: Anger, Fitness Eating Disorders and getting you @$$ Handed to you by Life
If you asked me what my favourite holiday is, I’d tell you it’s Christmas. It’s something about the fact most people seem lighter. It’s the one time of the year I see people kinder to one another; though it’s not year round, I’ll take it because it’s a start. I do love Christmas, I usually start listening to the Christmas Music on the radio station … Continue reading When the Holidays are Hard
For Chris, for always pushing me to write. It will never feel natural to have my secrets and thoughts open to everyone else instead of just you. But FINE!!! For Tracy, your vulnerability is what makes you beautiful and draws people to you, don’t worry about anything. For Janet, because I have always looked up to you, for the past 11 years. Sunny days ahead, … Continue reading Vulnerability is the elephant in the room that sits on you, tickling fighting you, as you gasp for air.