Y'all, it finally happened to me. I never thought it would, of course. I thought I was in the clear and I didn't have a care in the world aside from what color I would do next. What was I even thinking, sitting there all carefree in front of my lamp without a depression-era gas… Continue reading Jesus, Mary and Joseph- What’s Wrong With Your Hands?! (Christmas Edition)
The kids and I took a trek to the pediatrician yesterday, and I’m here to say that well visits in the face of a pandemic are...just so weird. The kids are fine. No one is sick. We don masks and have a pep talk about how we can’t touch things or like lick chair legs… Continue reading This Ain’t Right
Hello friends. It’s been too long, so long, in fact that my WordPress app archived itself. Time to redownload and bring everyone up to speed. I’ve been slow, sluggish and cocooning myself in happy things. The truth is that every time I’ve narrated to you guys (in my head, usually in the shower), I scratch… Continue reading Making Them Last- The 3 Week Changes
It’s been quite a while since my last post. I’d like to say something profound and apologize, but I’m just going to be honest here. I didn’t feel like doing my nails, and when I did feel like doing them, I didn’t feel like writing. And you know what? I’m not sorry. A friend of… Continue reading Rest to Rise
If you have a few minutes, please read this piece by DGGYST on privilege. It is dead on 🎯
I had an unusual upbringing. My parents were both mentally ill, homeless, and addicted to drugs. My siblings and I slept in a three drawer dresser (one drawer for each of us) in the back of a van my parents drove up and down the country. When my dad got too violent, maybe taking a knife to my mother, maybe tying her up and striking her, we would stay in a women’s shelter or a homeless shelter. Not for too long, though, because there was a constant need to outrun Social Services and the police.
The psychotic, dangerous road trips would always end with my father in jail, my mother in a mental institution, and my siblings and me in group homes or foster homes. These bastions had their own drawbacks, namely physical, sexual, and verbal abuse, but they were a short reprieve from hunger and homelessness.
Notably, I lived…
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Before you read, I want you to keep this in mind: racism is not political. Anti-racism is not political. You can change your political affiliation at a whim, but I cannot change the color of my skin or the way people treat me because of it. I have long felt that it “wasn’t my place”… Continue reading Not Black Enough. Not White Enough.
This entire week has knocked me down and dragged me by my frizzy, unwashed hair from Monday through Humpday. Holla if you feel me. Anyone else get the official “we aren’t coming back for summer camp” letter? Anyone else drown their sorrows in tiramisu and chocolate chip cookies? My mama gifted me some homemade tiramisu… Continue reading Brand Spotlight: Dipalicious Nails
Why is it that every weekday lasts about 72 hours, but when you're geared up to enjoy the weekend...you blink and it's gone? Can't I get one single weekend where I'm like ok then, I think that's enough of that. Work, here I come refreshed and ready. Hah. This weekend, I learned a few things.… Continue reading Taste the Rainbow
I got word today that all schools in my city will be closing for the remainder of the school year. It was coming, I know. It's necessary if we're still trying to #flattenthecurve, but I'm angry. It's not because I have to keep my kids home- they're my people, I am their safe place, I… Continue reading The Next Right Thing
I’m feeling so ready for outdoor time, flowers and herbs and vegetables. Before you guys picture my home as a blooming escape complete with overflowing, heavily manicured plants and a lush landscape...don’t. The most outdoorsy thing I’ve completed this year was raking the leaves when the trees got confused over the past few weeks. Having… Continue reading Spring Has Sprung