Well after people get over the fact that I’m hardly home (but always reppin’), they ask, as a nomad, how I will ever establish a sense of stability? After a little over a year, I’ve encountered thousands of people, many languages, various cultures and a rainbow of different outlooks on life. Travel became my addiction
Month: August 2017
“To My Future Husband, Wherever You Are, I Know Who You Are Because God has shown me who I am. You are the only one who can handle…..” [click link to continue]
“Another round?” Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. ”Guapa. You are having fun?” Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. “Yes! And I’m going dancing with you tonight!” His eyes widened as he smiled. “Bryan me invita!” I explained in my broken Spanish.
[Read page one: Occupying Ferguson… and page two: Conquering Fear] Although I was absolutely willing to put my life on the line, it wasnt time yet. I wasnt ready to die on the front lines of this cause when I felt like I had done so little to move the culture forward. The best weapon
[Read page one: Occupying Ferguson]At that time in 2014, I was tangled deep into the black web of Tumblr. The power of online social justice warriors stretched its arms wide and kicked its feet under the nose of the sleeping giant that has become this country. Organizers posted meetings, discussions, lived feeds, think pieces, poems,
Three years ago, today, I was driving in heavy stop-and-go Atlanta traffic. Per usual, I expected to reach maximum frustration after 90 minutes when I could make the final left turn into the parking lot of my workplace. That Monday, August 10, 2014, V-103's DJ Frank Ski stopped all the music on the station to
On a solo retreat, when my private grotto became a lipsync stage. Enjoying the breeze and Rihanna’s Love on the Brain in Jamaica.
I have to be because I have sought after it since I was a young girl. Before I was a woman. Before I had my first