0812 – birthday gratitude…

There has been great transformation over the past year. Personally, professionally, logistically, and spiritually, I have been stretched, fractured, subdued, broken, and recast within the same shell in the aftermath of a terrible storm. How remarkably durable the human spirit can be while it is undergoing renovation and repair. I am so grateful for those … Continue reading 0812 – birthday gratitude…

unthinkable…

I spend a lot of time in my head. Managing moral checkpoints and bypassing social roadblocks to ensure that I don’t get lost in translation is taxing. It’s exhausting work, and I often still feel misunderstood. However, I ain’t no little bitch when it comes to pressure.  I’ve figured out a way to summon inner … Continue reading unthinkable…

duality…

I have often spoken of the challenge involved in navigating the variable features of my identity makeup, most salient being my general mentality around conduct and my involvement in higher education. I have found it difficult to not only integrate the two appropriately across venue, but to find others who similarly suffer from the exertions … Continue reading duality…

identity.

Who am I? A simple query, yet intricately tied to my current experience, state of being, environment, knowledge base, and capacity for introspection. I have always prided myself on my ability to readily self examine, emanating a strong sense of self that has stayed relatively consistent over the years. Woman. Woman of color. Cis woman … Continue reading identity.

a request…

Like cashmere sweaters on bare skin, draped in the warmth of a fireplace’s breath. When the first notes of my favorite r&b joint find me, deafening and emotion filled, transporting me to oblivion. The morning hit of a cigarette after a twelve hour, corpse-like, weed slumber. Like birthdays. Hello, old friend whose energy is soothing, … Continue reading a request…

a tribute to r&b…

I don’t know when I fell in love with music. When it became an extension of my being or when it began to speak the words I didn’t in a melody that I couldn’t, I don’t know. I can’t place when it really started to HURT to hear it. I don’t know when it first disabled my soul or dragged me into a physical spell of dance.   It just became my savior.