2022, it's been real. See ya! Adios! Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya. You ain't gotta go home, but you damn sure getting outta here!
I am my mother's daughter. Check out that vibrant family photo up there. You see that little girl with the braids who bears a resemblance to Umbrae from Jordan Peele’s “Us”? That’s me. Now, see the pretty lady in the middle with the fluffy bangs in the grown-up version of the same purple top and …
If, in the course of living a doggedly dynamic and purposefully good life, I happen to encounter someone who's ready to meet love with love, that'll be icing on the cake. But it ain't the cake.
A few years ago, you could have asked me when the last time was that I cried, and I’d struggle to remember. Right now, I struggle to recall a day that I don’t.
And if they didn’t, kick it open your self, make a run for it, and don’t look back.
No matter how many fun excursions, crystal blue seas, cute exotic animals, amazing plates of food, or fantastic accommodations I experience in my travels, the most beautiful and memorable exchanges are with the people I meet.
Some of us go to great lengths to tame ourselves and cultivate our circumstances, because life requires it. Yet, balance is also needed. Sometimes, when we give in to the wild, chaos ensues. Other times, beauty does.
What I appreciate is that, on this trip, wherever there was danger, there also seemed to be an honest man nearby providing cover.
We might wield the power of manifestation, but it doesn't always feel like we're in complete control here.
As the monkey clung to Friend's chest for dear life and she almost melted with tears and maternal instinct, I kept watch over the dark streets around us and the fast-talking shyster.