
Sweet, Sweet, Sweet November
I’ve balled myself up plenty— afraid of my potential, afraid of failing, afraid of being stagnant too… This chapter isn’t much about being afraid; it’s really about moving past it…

“Wash Away What Was”
I am the dancing flame at the altar. Wore green to the ocean, walked right in and rinsed…

Unplugging and Dissociation
I’ve been too afraid to write these days. Too undone to put it all on paper, into the Universe— proof of a truly turbulent time…

Juneteenth Reflection
Intersectionality and the adversity that comes along with it on a daily basis have me not only recognizing how every day that I am still here is worth celebrating, but also vowing to live freely and authentically in all the ways my ancestors never got the chance to…

A Bullsh*t-Free Birthday
Please No Bullsh*t is now a year old! A whole year with this baby of a passion project, turned salvation, turned purpose. I am celebrating this milestone because of everything it represents…


Chapter 24
I’m more than halfway through Chapter 24 right now; and I’m digging quite a few of the plot lines. Others, not so much. It’s an eventful read. Previously, the girl quit her 9-5 to become a freelance writer. Now, she’s…

525,600 Minutes
I was sent to work from home on March 17, 2020. Quarantining, isolation in the place I’ve always found most comfortable, made me realize how uncomfortable I’d been in life…

“Time Peace”
I’ve decided that after everything I’ve been through, the least I could do is give myself time…
