Sometimes self love means walking away sometimes self love means being in this cocoon and shunning the world self love, it isn’t all bath bombs and trips to Sephora it is sometimes knowing believing that you are better than the unhealthy coping mechanisms self love … Continue readingOn Self Love
So, it’s the new year. And every year, I buy myself a brand new journal to write in, even if the one I have is half empty. I still always do. It’s sort of a metaphor for me, to start something new. Anyway, I realized … Continue readingHow to make a cheap journal look awesome
There she stands she- the girl no one seems to want to love, there there she is there she stands the girl solitude, she embraces love, she chases but to no avail, they don’t seem to want what she has to offer: adventures love goood … Continue readingThere she stands
All they seem to see these days are tetas (boobs) all they seem to see is what they fancy to see, not caring what is on her mind or how much she thinks big thoughts how she cares or how she looks at the world … Continue readingThat’s all they see
There came a time when I had to learn. I had to learn this lesson quite so challenging as it were. I had to learn to let go. I never really had learned this, really. Being the typical Sagittarius with a Taurus moon, I do … Continue readingWinter is gone
I. I am the Lazarus woman. In the Bible, growing up in the Pentecostal church, I’d often hear about Lazarus. If you’re not familiar, Lazarus was a man who was ill. Jesus had been contacted by his family, them begging and pleading, please Jesus heal … Continue readingThe Lazarus Woman
To be honest, I blamed myself. I chase. I text. It’s my fault. I’m driving him away. I guess I was so lonely I forgot my own worth. In between lovers I am reminded of how good it is to be alone; to have all … Continue readingMaybe I’m Just Too Much Woman
We all have plaster of Paris on some part of our life In some place within us, there’s a bone that was broken A promise not made Or not fulfilled Each of us has plaster of Paris slathered somewhere Painted over with hopes … Continue readingPlaster of Paris
We all have that one thing that makes us feel good and makes us happy. For me, it’s music. Music makes me happy. I love good live music because I just feel good. It makes me feel inspired. When I first moved to NJ I was … Continue readingIt’s like magic
For me, there’s a method to it all. People ask me how I can accomplish all that I have going on, and I really have no idea other than the fact that I’m a workaholic. I really am. I work and I work … Continue readingMorning Pages and being happy