Something else has been nagging me for pretty much all of 2016. No matter how much I ignored it or tried to say it was something else, in the recesses of my overworked mind, I knew exactly what my problem was. For the first time in a long time, though, I didn't know how to … Continue reading Struggling with Depression
I'm going to go ahead and get the obvious out of the way: My opinions about single mothers and Father's Day are exactly that. Opinions. Take what I say with a grain of salt if you must, but I assure you I am not alone in this. So, let's jump right into it, shall we? … Continue reading Dear Single Mothers: Father’s Day isn’t for You
Let's get one thing out of the way: Don't call me a homegirl. I can be your friend. Your bestie. Your woman. I'll even accept casual acquaintance. But if we're cool, and you're a guy, you are not to call me your homegirl. That's an irritating slap in the face. I can already sense some … Continue reading The Plight of the “Homegirl”
I cannot call myself a feminist. The reason why was not an easy or quick revelation for me, but I can remember exactly how it happened.
Look, I never hide the fact that I'm curious by nature. If I have questions, I need answers. Last night, my question was, "I wonder what people think about my essay?" My answer: to read the comments section. I bet I won't do that again. Let me give a little back story. Yesterday, a pitch … Continue reading I Read the Comments to my Essay about Race…Like an Idiot
I am forever lying to myself. I lie when I say I'm fine. I lie when I say I am rested. I lie when I say I don't miss you. I lie when I say I'm not hungry. I lie when I say I've had enough. I lie when I say my money is right. … Continue reading Liar
You know what really grinds my gears? When a person gets so comfortable in a role they forget they actually have to be that role. Like a wife. Or a husband. Both sides are guilty of this, for sure, but since I've seen more than a few wives forget their role over the last couple … Continue reading When Marriage is a Lie: Playing Your Role
I reluctantly ended the call after Richie's phone had rung a couple of times. I didn't even know why I bothered calling. Wait. Yes I do. I missed him. I had only been in Texas for three days, but I missed my friend. Of course, I also missed Tara and Rhys, but I missed Richie … Continue reading Isabel – Sunday Sample (What A Person Wants)
Seems like nowadays I'm getting ideas from any and everywhere. Whether I'm having a bland conversation with a coworker or daydreaming in line at Starbucks, inspiration can strike at any time. I am so loving it. That wasn't always the case, though. Since I was young I had the idea drilled into me that great … Continue reading Write What You Know…Or Not
This. Just this.
I remember writing (and illustrating) my first book at nine or ten years old. I wrote it on typing paper that I had cut in half then folded and stapled the pages together. I even drew the front cover. That was my first book, Lily the Lemon. Today, I don’t remember what it was about and the book has most likely been recycled into something. I’d given it to my teacher. She asked me to read it to the class then afterward I gave it back to her. It wasn’t a class assignment. It was just something I did because I wanted to. The “sharing with the class” part was the teacher’s idea.
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