Intersectional stories of being a woman of color, mom, wifey, psychotherapist, free spirit
In honor of National Poetry Month here’s a short one. Stop asking me to fetch things, do work for you, dress up, smile pretty, play nice. Constantly, constantly, constantly…then the nerve…ask for a hug. Pshh! No. I’m not. I won’t. I shan’t. I’m not your bitch, bitch. So kiss my grits fo’ eva, cause I…
Ice Cube said it best, “You betta check yo’self before you wreck yo’self”. He may, or may not, know… but this is also known as the HALT method. The HALT method applies to anyone and everything, it’s easy to remember, and it really works. If you’re a human being experiencing any negative cycle, or…
Sol said this one thing to me, it immediately made me cry, and it’s not what you think. My big feelings took me by surprise that day (like they usually do) and I just sighed in surrender to it. I’ve been avoiding it for too, too long and it was now unavoidable. What she said…
This is embarrassing but…this is the fruit bowl in our house. Yes, there is fruit in there but there is also lots of other random shit such as: crayons, Sol’s inhaler thingy, a sharpie, a dried out piece of ginger, and a tampon. Now this stuff is out of Sol’s reach but she’s been getting…
