Last month, I had the pleasure of connecting with Laura Hughes from the Women on the Road, a podcast about life on the road from the feminine perspective. As a woman of color who solo travels, is building a campervan and a green beauty company, I was honored to explore the details of my journey.
Since I began looking for a reliable vessel that would steer me through life on the road, I’ve been micro-documenting my experiences. From trekking for long hours at a time just to visit a truck […]
I been running all my life. But only just broke in my sneakers. Taking on challenges, Yet fleeing from chaos. Protecting my peace, Yet weakening my resilience. Am I retreating before the storm hits? Or […]
HOW DID I GET HERE? The last time I lived in LA was nearly 20 years ago, before I’d hit puberty. I’ve missed my home and carried it with me ever since. Christmas 2017, I […]
When I first scrolled across the story, it was shocking that this could be happening again, and in this century! Though it was shocking enough to give me pause, I kept scrolling, hoping it was nothing but clickbait. Now, a week later, there is no denying the truth: in mid-November 2017, CNN reported secret footage confirming the sale of African migrants in Libya for as little as $400 per person. These migrants traveled to Libya with hopes to be smuggled into Europe, escaping the poor conditions of their homelands. Instead, they are being held captive without food or water, while badly beaten, sodomized or raped, and being forced to work in sub-human conditions without pay. They are being sold as property into indefinite slavery.
We’ve all seen it: people being rude to the staff, the tourists who avoid contact with locales or never even leave the hotel, and those that only patronize big franchises or tourists traps while abroad. […]
I bet you like that flag, Blue-blooded lover of a guns, Oh how beautifully, it waves for you. Should I keep running this race while tied to a tree? Seeing my peers pass me up never acknowledging their head start. So focused on their privilege, I forgot whats special about me.
Now that the big 3-0 is almost here, Im waiting to exhale from mostly escaping the frustrating agist stereotypes of our society. I look in the mirror, still seeing my 18 year old appearance, but knowing there’s so much more underneath. I see a living testament to the mind being your most powerful God-given asset. You will become what you believe.
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 […]