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Sometimes, I am messy…

Sometimes I am messy. I love hard. I cry hard. I am passionate. I am impatient. I am hard on myself. So much I have learned in the last year. About love, about business, about friendships, relationships, hardships. I have gained traction in my life. Dug my nails deep...

The Belt of Lies

Some kids tell lies and get told they will go to time-out, some kids are told that they will get a spanking - some even do. My cousins and I were told that if we didn’t shape our shit up, we would get The White Belt with Silver Things on it. Truth be told,...

A Mother’s (Self) Love

For the love of God, knock your shit off. This culture we have created of the frazzled, forgotten, war-torn-underwear havin’, haven’t-relaxed-in-God-knows-how-long mom has got to go. We stop buying new bras so we can afford the latest (cough bullshit) toy for our...

High for the Holidays

Christmas has not always been merry. I think the majority of the world can attest so I say it matter-of-fact like. Since I was young, as far back as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of Hallmark. “Lay it on thick” I say! The comfy-cozies, the tree lightings,...

Girl Baby.

Long before she was here, I dreamt of her. I always thought I wanted a boy. Having a boy seemed easier, less messy and I could skip all of the fucked up mother-daughter bullshit. I was convinced that the codependent relationship I had with my own mother would bleed...

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Sometimes, I am messy…

Sometimes I am messy. I love hard. I cry hard. I am passionate. I am impatient. I am hard on myself. So much I have learned in the last year. About love, about business, about friendships, relationships, hardships. I have gained traction in my life. Dug my nails deep...

The Belt of Lies

Some kids tell lies and get told they will go to time-out, some kids are told that they will get a spanking - some even do. My cousins and I were told that if we didn’t shape our shit up, we would get The White Belt with Silver Things on it. Truth be told,...

A Mother’s (Self) Love

For the love of God, knock your shit off. This culture we have created of the frazzled, forgotten, war-torn-underwear havin’, haven’t-relaxed-in-God-knows-how-long mom has got to go. We stop buying new bras so we can afford the latest (cough bullshit) toy for our...

High for the Holidays

Christmas has not always been merry. I think the majority of the world can attest so I say it matter-of-fact like. Since I was young, as far back as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of Hallmark. “Lay it on thick” I say! The comfy-cozies, the tree lightings,...

Girl Baby.

Long before she was here, I dreamt of her. I always thought I wanted a boy. Having a boy seemed easier, less messy and I could skip all of the fucked up mother-daughter bullshit. I was convinced that the codependent relationship I had with my own mother would bleed...

The First.

My earliest memory is staring underneath my mother’s bed, scared and crying. There in the dark was a purse with a metal frame, pillowed interior and dawned a bizarre looking dog face. I remember being on my stomach, my eyes locked on that dog face, wanting...