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 →
The Weight of Strength: Why I No Longer Desire to Be a “Strong Black Woman”
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... Continue Reading →
