We spend a lot of time fighting against things that will never change. Why? Simply because we have hard time managing our expectations. More specifically, it's the expectations we have of other people WHEN IT’S BEEN REPEATEDLY DEMONSTRATED THAT THEY DON’T WANT TO OR ARE INCAPABLE OF MEETING THEM. I can’t count how many times … Continue reading Peace Begins Where Expectations End
We all know that we’re born alone and die alone, so while it’s not an outright necessity, it does help to have a gang of girlfriends behind you to help cheer you on. I mean how could you not get a much needed ego boost from a well-placed “yass, sis”; Or a good old “Come … Continue reading On Some Girl GANG, GANG Shyt!
Our babies are watching And some of our babies are lost. And this lost ass world is eating our lost ass babies, as our other babies watch. Let me take a few steps back, so you can follow my thought process on how I got here. I remember, many years ago, telling my mom I … Continue reading Our Babies are Watching … But What are We Showing Them?
I’m a writer, so I tell stories. But at the beginning of this journey of getting my shit together, I made a promise to myself that I was going to tell the TRUTH … at all times … no matter what. I felt so strongly about it that I even got the word tatted on … Continue reading Getting My &*#@ Together Series: Don’t Choke on that Lie!
Whatever you decide to do, make sure you’re doing it because you want to. This is YOUR TIME and because we don’t get a lot of it, it’s important that you enjoy yourself and give yourself time to recharge.
I can be judgmental af. And I don’t want to be … So I’m working on it. And if you’re anything like me I think you should too. So let’s consider this session of Getting my &*#@ Together, a Judger’s Anonymous meeting of sorts. I’ll see someone with face tattoos and label them a bum; … Continue reading Getting My &*#@ Together Series: Hi! My Name is Erin and I’m Judgmental AF
We learn from pain. Unfortunately. Think about your childhood friends; your first boyfriend. We have the best memories of those people because we had those relationships before we experienced too much pain. So we loved harder and connected more purely. But then the pain of experience set in. You’re a kid. You touch the stove; … Continue reading Getting My &*#@ Together Series: I Can’t Takes This Pain Anymore!
I had a nightmare last night … I was broke; My job sucked; My children hated me; My husband left; The lights got turned off; My parents had passed on; My sisters were fighting; I was sick … really sick; And I was alone. And I was afraid. But what made it even more frightening … Continue reading The Worst Dream Ever!
For my daughter … and all of the other little black women in training. After washing and blow drying my daughter’s hair yesterday evening, I asked her how she wanted to wear it. She told me she no longer wanted to wear her hair out in an “afro” because the other kids in school were … Continue reading My Hair Does NOT Define Me!