I’ve been in friendships and relationships where I’ve either chosen to forgive someone or been forgiven myself—and still, things never quite went back to how they used to be. For a long time, I wrestled with that. I thought forgiveness meant restoration. That everything should snap back to normal if the hurt was truly behind... Continue Reading →
Some weeks, showing up feels heavier than others. Grief doesn’t follow a schedule — it creeps in when it wants, lingers longer than you expect, and makes simple things feel impossible. This week, I didn’t feel like writing. I didn’t feel like doing much of anything. But I showed up anyway. Not perfectly. Not boldly. Just… honestly. I wrote a new blog post about what it means to keep going when you don’t feel strong. When you’re tired, but still trying. If you’ve been carrying loss, fatigue, or anything that feels too big for words — this one’s for you. You’re not alone.
I recently came across a post where someone talked about doing “silent cut-offs”—you know, where someone removes themselves from a relationship or group without offering an explanation. The young woman explained that the person who caused the offense knew what they did. In her eyes, there was no need for a conversation, no need to... Continue Reading →
This past weekend, I had a conversation with my mom that left me reflecting deeply on something I’ve felt for a long time but haven’t always had the words to express. She was trying to encourage me, reminding me of my strength—of how I come from a long line of strong Black women, including herself.... Continue Reading →
Truly, She's Trying 