Let's talk about Tekaski 69 ... just for a second ... I know, you want to click that back browser button as quickly as you came in here, but I think there's something of substance we can get out of this situation. And no I'm not crazy, I'm just moving in typical The Lady Writes … Continue reading Lessons from the Tale of Tekashi Telling
This shit ain’t healthy or normal, y’all. And dealing with it, reconciling it mentally contributes to your hood PTSD.
That job, that man, your momma and your daddy, your pastor and the congregation, whatever the person or situation ... AIN'T GONE CHANGE, SIS!
I know, I know, you clicked on this blog to check on my mental health and to make sure I’m not high, right? But before you call the men in the white an with the straight jackets, hear me out for a few minutes ... please ... I promise, the discussion is at least worth … Continue reading Why Kodak Black is Important (Noooo, but For Real Though)
It was a wild week, yall! I finished last week’s blog; Posted it; Did a little meditation; Centered myself; Listened to some vibey ass tunes on the way to work. I was in a good space … A really good space … I was primed, ready, and centered. And then … I let someone knock … Continue reading Don’t Let ‘Em Kill Your Vibe
Have you ever consciously reinvented yourself? Not in a gradual way like we do as we age and mature though. What I’m talking about is literally sitting yourself down and saying, “Girl! Yes, you girl over there in the mirror. It’s time for a change.” I have. And I’m about to do it again. Why? … Continue reading Who I am – VS – Who I Want to Be
I’ve had a hell of a two weeks, y’all! *fake faints to add a little drama to that statement. Now, I won’t bore you with the details of the shenanigans I had to endure, because the important part of this story is that I’ve been drowning in a sea of insurance companies, car salesmen, and … Continue reading I Ain’t No Punk B****!
I’m fat. Maybe not fat af. But I definitely have to buy new jeans every few months because my thighs rubbing together thins the fabric. And I definitely make sure my bra sits far enough on my back to keep my back fat contained ... And I definitely have to push my boobs down to … Continue reading I’m a Fat Chick
My paternal grandmother was an amazingly creative woman who had a hand for calligraphy and making pottery. Her sister was an incredible baker, who would construct beautiful, multi layered cakes with intricate decorations … from scratch! My maternal uncle was a wonderful artist, a master of charcoals and pencils.
I had a hell of a year! I completed a development program. Applied for some grants. Made a lot of art (who would have thunk it). Got this blog up and running. And just passed the first part of a 3 part exam, which was one of the hardest things I’ve done in a long … Continue reading Bringing in the New Year Unhappy?!