Not everything needs to be productive. Not everything needs to make sense. Not everything needs an audience. Some things are meant to exist simply because they make you feel alive. Creativity is one of them. ⸻ Creativity Doesn’t Need to Earn Its Place Somewhere along the way, we were taught that joy has to justify… Continue reading If It Makes You Happy, Do It
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Money Can’t Fix What’s Wrong
(But It Can Fix Almost Everything) Money can’t heal your childhood. It can’t make someone love you properly. It can’t undo grief, abandonment, or that one conversation you replay in your head at 2 a.m. But it can fix the heat. The brakes. The leaking ceiling. The “I’m one inconvenience away from losing my mind”… Continue reading Money Can’t Fix What’s Wrong
Part One: The Release of What Was Never Yours to Carry
What evoked the writing of this post was me trimming my ends. As a black girl nothing screams put together like long hair, natural or not, despite how raggedy it looks. I had ends that were scraggly and splits that went far up the shaft. I had breakage galore, and shedding amounts I thought only… Continue reading Part One: The Release of What Was Never Yours to Carry
Something That Baffles Me
Something that will always baffle me is this:People who have mothers. Not just in name, but present in every sense of the word. A mother who poured wisdom into them. A mother who showed up. A mother who held their hand, wiped their tears, and gave them the kind of guidance I used to dream… Continue reading Something That Baffles Me
Say It Fast or Don’t Say It at All
I’ve been thinking about why I speak the way I do fast, rushed, words tumbling over each other like they’re racing to the finish line. Or, on the other extreme, why I don’t speak at all. For the longest time, I thought it was just a personality trait. Maybe I was naturally quick. Maybe I… Continue reading Say It Fast or Don’t Say It at All
I Was Created for More
For years, I believed the lies I was told, some spoken outright, others whispered in the tone of cold silences. Words that said you don’t belong here. Actions that reminded me that love had conditions. The sharp edges of rejection cut deep, and I carried those wounds like proof that I was unworthy of softness. When you… Continue reading I Was Created for More
How My Dog Taught Me What Love Really Is
For a long time, I believed I wasn’t capable of love — or worthy of being loved. Losing my mom at such a young age deeply distorted my understanding of love. Without her to guide me, I never learned what it looked like to give or receive love in a healthy way. So I completely… Continue reading How My Dog Taught Me What Love Really Is