Through this writing space I give you my experiences and losses - fresh, real, and fully me. I want to help those who grieve navigate these waters and find a steadiness in living that leads to a “new normal” in the story of your life. Words can fly 1,000 miles. May my words fly far.
I’m walking in my neighborhood more and taking in the sights, sounds, and humidity I feel. I enjoy my walks between 6:45 am and 8 am. During that time of the day, the air isn’t too hot yet with the rising warmth of these Orlando summers. I like these walks. They call me to a […]
Where Do Your Words Need To Be?
I’m preparing to submit an original first-person POV essay to a literary journal for black women writers. It’s been about four years since my last submission to a publication. Not that I haven’t been writing during that time. I have. But I haven’t submitted work to places that pulse with the heartbeat of my community […]
The Good Cry
I feel sometimes you have to be with your process. For me, that may mean getting a cotton facecloth, sitting down on my bed with my bedroom door closed and letting my emotions connect with my heart and grieve the desires in this heart that continue to live unmet, unfulfilled. To cry and to lament […]
