Dearest Chelle, I Love You.

Dearest Chelle, I Love You.

When I first decided that I was going to create a blog again, I had to come to agreement with myself that this time there would be no pressure in writing. I think that being unbalanced in life hindered me in the past, I’d push myself to the point of being overwhelmed,...
Rebirth

Rebirth

Like many of you, I’ve been watching the country go up (or down, depending on your perspective) in flames. As I’ve watched the media explain this historic event as if it’s the first time it’s ever happened, I’ve found myself thinking of my father,...
The Little Red Wagon

The Little Red Wagon

“It always seems impossible until it’s done.” – Nelson Mandela For my internship for my first college degree, I worked at a local radio station as an admin. During the week I’d be in the office, and every Saturday, I’d be in the...
Gat Somewhere and Saddown

Gat Somewhere and Saddown

Growing up in my house and my Grammy’s home, if it was storming outside we turned everything off, hung up the phone, and sat in silence. Praying. In the dark. While I hated those moments, and thought it was dumb at the time, shouts out to my bloodline for...
Well, why not?

Well, why not?

I’ve been thinking a lot about how everything happens for a reason. Every peak, valley, action (or reaction) in self – doubt, every moment of clarity. For easily the last 25 years of my life, I’ve felt this urge to write. If I am honest with myself, my 3rd grade...