The fight is for the injustice of a city whose apartments give less but cost more and for the stench of gentrification whose underlying message reeks with "if we don't want you, we will get rid of you" by any means necessary.
I lost the love of my life in 2020...only to find myself on a path towards self-discovery. Sadly, I lost my own identity while waiting years for flawed expectations and broken promises to come to bear. So to move forward with a growth mindset, I started reading my journals dating back to 1989--looking to trace … Continue reading Finding Joy in Heartache
Wishful thinking. I wish I had Bey money, bodied like Jenny from the Block with my natural 4c hair styled by the incomparable Felicia Leatherwood. I wish I had the poetic prowess of Nikki G and the the master mind of Stephen Hawking. I wish a love that lasted long beyond bars like Remy and … Continue reading Wishful Thinking
Hello, We are pleased to say that you have been selected to participate in the inaugural... Boy was I excited when I received the email that I had been chosen for a mentorship program that helped "women of color" break through the glass ceiling of the publishing industry with guidance from agents, editors and writers … Continue reading A Writer’s War with its World
Do I recall the first time that I rode a bike? I think not. My memory is not lucid or clear. Oftentimes, I find that I am unable to even remember yesterday. But I digress. My childhood was unlike other young persons who had the pleasure of being carefree and child-like, so the joy of … Continue reading Never Forget to Ride A Bike