So, life was sweet for a few years. Our house was full—me, Mom, my baby sister, and my new sister. No fighting, no arguing, just love and...

For as long as I can remember, I thought the word apocalypse meant only one thing—doom. Destruction. The end of all things. Movies...

“When Love Hurts: The Lie That Keeps Us Silent” Nothing says lovin’ like a knock upside the head. That was a phrase a friend of mine used...

Who Is the System—and Who Am I Really Fighting? Today, I woke up thinking about the condition of the world we live in. I thought about...

THE LIE IN THE MIRROR I can think of a hundred reasons why I once rejected the image staring back at me in the mirror. Maybe it was the...

LET THE SHIT GO! STOP. Just stop. Whatever it is that’s draining your soul, your space, your mental capacity— STOP IT. Don’t tell me, “Oh...

"Growing Up on Schley Street: Music, Missteps & Miracles" Despite everything, I wouldn’t trade growing up on Schley Street in New Jersey...

"When Identity Is Shaped by Scars: "A Gender Reflection" Phobias are often said to stem from a mix of genetic predisposition, learned...

The S Word Sexual abuse. Rape. Sexual trauma. I need to say it. I need to write it. I need to see it. I was sexually abused. I’m tired of...

The Second Deadly Weed One of the most challenging parts of the healing journey is the shock of discovering how many weeds still remain...

WHEN THE WOBBLE CAME Now that I’ve shared some of my backstory, let me bring you to the moment that sparked my most recent awakening....

The House That Built Me You might be thinking, “Poor child, what a traumatic childhood she must have had.”  But honestly, nothing could...

My Mother’s Rose-Like Garden To me, my mother was like a beautiful rose—deep red, with soft golden petals on a stem that appeared...

Damaged Seeds Oh God, I could sit here all day reflecting on this. It feels like we live in a world full of damaged seeds. When I look...

THE SIGNIFICANCE OF ROOTS Roots. The part of a plant that attaches it to the ground or to a support system—usually buried beneath the...

THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM Yesterday, I shared that I had been searching for an outward solution to an inward issue. Today, it’s time to...

The Awakening The Awakening is like going through life color-blind and suddenly seeing purple for the first time. It’s like catching the...

THE AWAKENING We don’t always know when the seed is planted. We might not notice its sprouting, growing, or even the quiet ways it was...

I woke up this morning wanting to write again. It has been three years since I have had the desire to put words down on paper to my...

December 15, 2022 What happens to the dream deferred? Langston Hughes poses this soul stirring question in his poem, "Harlem". Dreams,...