Thank You, Alice Walker

Nobody knows unless I speak it, put it out into the world, just how truly difficult some writing roads can be. Especially if self-worth is fledgling in its growth in a once broken heart. Writing is my life. Now that I understand this, now that I’ve lapped it up with my tongue, swished it around…

Suck It Up & Get Life Done

Everyone loves a good story. Stories connect us, they help us to identify with and relate to each other. But what if the stories we’re telling ourselves are because we are following the establishment’s set rules for our lives? What if the stories we’re telling each other are based on the blueprints which are impressed…

At Times Like These, I Hold My Breath

This morning while reading a memoir by a popular author, I came across the word nigger. My kind of book. A white writer who is honest in their writing. As I read, I tried to pay attention to my feelings. The writer wasn’t being hateful or ignorant. Instead, the writer was relaying an overheard conversation,…