…you brought that everythingness…
… she who gave me the words that crafted this story…
She created me. You see.
She created me. Writing me on paper between cardboard covers. She made me real.
most women are superheroes. that’s not an overestimation. in fact when it comes to their children, to their families, most women take extraordinary measures on ordinary days.
what would i do without these shadows to guide me, walk with me, talk with me, hold me in place? i have no idea but imagine it would be a space without grace.
a new creation
he never wanted to be
a hero. he told me i’m
more luke cage than you know
unbreakable but broken
all the same.
Today I stood in the full body mirror attached to my closet. I stared at my belly and my hips for full minutes in disbelief before huffing out a joke at my own expense to no one, Girl. You need to get it together. You looking like one of them ‘Before‘ pictures on Instagram! I…
i was a young nonprofit executive completely full of myself. she came into my office rattled off a list of to do’s so fast it made my head spin. i thought i was smart. i thought i was caring. i thought i understood what working for the people meant…then i met Mrs. Delores Bennett. she…
it didn’t occur to me that my businesses failed because i didn’t plan for their success. hmm…that applies to a lot of things, doesn’t it?