Welcome to my personal blog where observations turn into expression and silence into language. A place where I stop narrating life in my head and start placing it out into the world. Writing for me is deciding to participate in my own life. A decision to document what I think and question, and what I’m unlearning and becoming. This is the journey of practice to being fully present in my own story. Ultimately, this blog is for the love of writing. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!
Parables speak in cursive. Rather than walking in straight lines, they loop and lean, and return to themselves. Sometimes I wonder if it’s naive to write and speak…
I lost the ability to respect myself and my decisions. We are annoyed when others never commit to the plans and promises they make, or when we realize…
Two more days was all too many. Eleven elevens told me to leave. Twenty and Six years. There’s no say to who I’d be.
Clarity’s arrival allows groundedness for expansion that’s structured to strengthen the mind, body, and spirit; not into arbitrary aesthetics, but into something emblematic of maroonage. Inwardly, intimacy betwixt…
I recoiled at what was asked of my body.Desire twisted into something foreign and crude.My spirit learned the language of disgust. My breath shortened inside your expectations.My growth…
He took up so much space in my mind and heart that when he left, the first thing I noticed was the quiet. I was no longer bracing…