I have learned that when sadness comes to visit me, all I can do is say “I see you.” I spend some time with it, get up, and say goodbye.
I don’t push it away, I own it.
And because I own it, I let it go.
Tales of a traveling Tiger. From Princeton to California to London and beyond.
A little more than you asked for
for the girls falling in love with themselves...
Class is now in session
From theory to "Blaxis" A constant state of action and reflection rooted in Black thought(s).
thoughts about intersectional feminism, social justice, and medicine
writer. mother. part-time hippie.
something queer is coming
Cultural Empowerment for Black 20somethings
Celebrating Beauty of All Shades
A Look into Life, Love, Experience and Growth, 100 Words at a Time.
One Woman's Quest for the Richness of Self
Ink Lines of My Life
Moore To Life
a little bit of words on a little bit of everything
assorted musings and commentary by a curious human