I never imagined that I would have the nerve to walk around other people butt ass naked, but here I was at Spa Castle doing just that. This was my first time at a Korean Spa, and I was invited by my homegirl to celebrate her birthday. This is what she wanted to do, and…
Finding Purpose at 37
This post is long on ”purpose.” Man, listen. Last year, also known as “yesterday” was something else. I don’t think I have ever experienced so many high, highs and low, lows that close together in my life. Quick recap: I co-wrote and produced TV commercials for both the Jackson Airport and Honda. Negotiated deals. Set…
Dear Mom, It’s Your Birthday
Is it just me or has the spirit of grief felt heavy lately? It seems like every time I look up somebody else has lost a loved one. Holidays can quickly shift from fun childhood memories to feelings of isolation and sadness. But we somehow muster up the strength to show up for the people…
Audiobooks That Made My Summer Lit
This summer has been one for the books. No, seriously I have read more books this summer than I have over the past year or two. There were three in particular that shifted my perspective. Well, let me be clear, I listen to audiobooks because my life isn’t conducive to me sitting down with an…
Erykah Badu Spoke To Me
There are five women in the world that I can identify with for very different reasons. I can look at each one of their personalities and find similar characteristics in myself. But more importantly, I can look at their actions and tell that most of their decisions are rooted in love. In no particular order,…
If Love Grew on Trees…
I have been longing to write more but been neglectful in finding the time to do so. The other day as I was driving down Capitol St. in Jackson, MS, I had the epiphany that I needed a “writing accountability partner”! This thought was immediately followed by, “is that a real thing?!?” Come to find…
Trust the Process: Being Bullied By Purpose
It’s pitch black in my bedroom. My eyes pop open but I can’t see a thing. I reach over to grab my phone and check the time: 4:55 a.m. I’ve been waking up before my alarm goes off these days; it’s quite annoying. I am dreading my feet hitting the ground because once they do,…
My Write to Heal: Remembering Maggie
It takes courage to heal. January 2015. I recall sitting on the cold edge of her hospital bed. This wasn’t the first time that diabetes had brought us here. Over the years we had taken this trip more times than we could count. Only this time we rode the sugar train. My mother’s blood sugar…
My Write to be Random (Why I Blog)
I came back to my granny’s house where I grew up to remind myself why I write. It’s been so long since I’ve picked up a pen in this way and I needed a nostalgic type of inspiration to get me going. This is where I grew up. Where I experienced my first fight, my…
Life is random. Lets talk about it. 