Have you ever tried to fight against the current of the ocean?Yeah, that’s what my life felt like. Nobody really talks about the fallout when things end. Not the pretty version, not the “I bounced back” version. I’m talking about the aftermath when the dust settles and your normal no longer exists. Nothing prepares you... Continue Reading →
Imagine setting a table for a dinner party that you had been painstakingly planning for quite some time. You’ve taken care to make sure that even the smallest details had been attended to just so that your guests would be comfortable. However, during the hustle and bustle of preparing for this perfect dinner party, you... Continue Reading →
I always thought motherhood would start making sense once my oldest hit seventeen, but here I am still winging it and hoping nobody notices. Raising three Black boys has taught me more about myself than any job, relationship, or life lesson ever could. I am learning in real time, growing through every mistake, and choosing to rebuild every time life knocks me flat. This is my honest look at parenting while healing, surviving, and trying to shape good men in a world that does not always protect them.
So listen — the other day, I had a conversation with my oldest son that lowkey had me side-eyeing myself. We were talking about his summer job (which I’m super proud of him for holding down, by the way), and the topic of money came up. More specifically, how quickly he’s been spending it. Chile,... Continue Reading →
Truly, She's Trying 