A glimpse into my maternal grandmother's birthday celebration through the eyes of her eldest grandchild.
I found a note in my phone from January 14, 2016. I don't quite remember what situation I was writing about but I still resonate with the words of my 19 year-old self. I hope these words speak to you the way they spoke to me today.
Happy Free-Thinking Friday! “Unrequited Love?” is a poem I wrote about a year ago. I hope you enjoy
Warm palms, soft hands and strong women have shaped my entire existence. The hands of the women who hold me up has taught me all I need to know about Self-Love. Don’t forget to cherish the women in your life and love them deeply.
I’m still learning how to say “I love you”
This Self-Love journey has been the most painful process of my entire life. Many times, the media paints Self-Love as this simple process filled with bathbombs and butterflies. Self-Love is so much more than that. It demands that we give our very best and become our best selves. The journey itself is long and grueling.
Why I love language and what language has taught me about love.