• Living My Best Life

    This morning I woke up and thanked God. The immediate thought I had following was that I need to get baptized. I don’t know why I came to that conclusion. I thought to myself, here I go, my mind is always doing the most, but as I made my morning tea, I wondered why shouldn’t I. For so long, I have avoided attending church. As I have shared in my previous posts, I was a child who attended church every Sunday with my family. Raised in the Catholic faith, I was christened, had my First Communion and Confirmation all by the age of 13. Growing up, I would attend church…

  • Karma is My Best Friend

    6:10 am "You are the product of the karma of your soul." -the Seat of the Soul We live to experience life. We go through experiences so that we can learn from them and grow into the person we are destined to be.

  • Happy Mother’s Day Mommy…My thoughts

    I’ve always wondered how my mom’s life changed so drastically. We were raised in the church. My mom prayed with us at least twice a day and attend ed church a few times a week. When I would bring my problems to her she would respond with a scripture. I recall her finally having a Facebook account and commenting with prayers on my friends posts whenever they shared a problem or triumph. I was embarrassed to say the least. I would think of asking her to stop but never had the courage to do so. When she told me of some of her experiences while growing up, I wouldn’t believe…

  • It’s About Time I Wake Up

    I remember that time I quit. I just quit. I wrote my two weeks notice and just quit. I was over being underpaid at my job and although I had no backup plan, I said fuck it. This was the job of my dreams, or so I thought. It turned out to be a toxic environment that if you weren’t aware of this you would get sucked in too. I was 25 and my mom passed away just a few months earlier so having a job wasn’t an option for me; I needed it. My boyfriend at the time did not agree with my decision to leave my job, so…

  • My Weekend of Silence

    There is this secret place I go to every year to do a mental reset. I know it’s selfish of me to write about a place that’s a secret, right? I’ve shared its location with a few people I thought would benefit from it. Have they gone? Of course not. I arrived at the retreat Friday evening with my curriculum guide and my book club novel. I had planned for this to be a weekend to get all of my work done in silence. I was mistaken. During orientation, the sister told us that we should not read and refrain from using our phones. She explained that reading would take our…

  • Resting Bitch Face

    My boyfriend asks me at least 3 times a day “what’s wrong?” It’s my RBF “Resting Bitch Face”. I get a bit annoyed because he already knows this. When i’m in deep thought, which is more often than not, I squish my eyebrows together and the corners of my mouth turns downward. After the first time he asks, I begin to get agitated. One day while in the presence of company a friend asks me what’s wrong?, my response is don’t you know me already? My boyfriend chimes in using air quotes “I ask her that all the, it’s her RBF”. I  respond calmly “and it annoys me all the…

  • Growing Pains

    It really hit me this morning forcing my insecurities to return. I saw a seat open on the train and quickly walked towards it so I could sit and continue reading my novel, but when I lowered myself my right hip partly rested on the woman’s bag beside me and my other hip gently kissed a woman’s hip on my left. Shit! My hips had spread from the weight I gained. I had two choices either get up and everyone on the car realizes that I was too big and played myself or sit squished like the banana stuck between my laptop and notebook in my bag. Both awkward. There were…

  • They’re watching. They are always watching

    I recently posted a picture of the books I read this summer. I woke up to a direct message on instagram from one of my former students who expressed their interest in the Malcom X autobiography. I refused to part with my own copy of course so, I asked the young man for his address and had a copy sent to his home through my Amazon prime account. One afternoon he came to school to visit his mentor and stopped by my classroom to say thank you. A few days after seeing him, he proudly explained in another message that he would be taking an African American history course and…