I remember the time I was stirred from my sleep by the sound and sight of a young Black man being chased by a mob of white male students while being called the N-word, and the entire year when bricks were thrown through Black students’ apartment windows. There’s even the time when a brick was thrown through the window when I was working as a crisis hotline counselor because I would not support KKK propaganda while taking a hotline call. I lived in fear as a student there.
I have been blessed to have found an outlet for the current of life, in my friendships. These women have adopted me into their hearts and named me their sister. They say the word so effortlessly and fill it with a grace that smooths out my broken edges and difficult ways. They have been the very sponges to polish my jarring weaknesses. They have been God’s hands to uphold me in the midst of trauma, loss, heartbreak, and pain.
Living single during a pandemic is no easy task. Once upon a time you found your world bombarded with girl’s night outs, networking events, and maybe even “Netflix and chill” time with bae. Then suddenly, the girls were quarantining, zoom calls sabotaged the in-person wine/coffee meet-ups, and how do you meet bae when there’s no social events to meet him/her at?
We are whole. We do not bleed from childhood brokenness and trauma that traveled with us into the season of adulthood. They were halted at the onset of puberty. Or better yet, at the creation in the womb.
Is it better to wait knowingly, when it’s hard and the anxiety and uncertainty of the future is your companion, but the fruit of the waiting is that your desire is adequately fulfilled in the very best possible way?
I’m told that this is women’s history month. A celebration of women and all that we have been through and all that we have achieved in spite of. Honestly I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand I am proud to be a woman. I am happy to celebrate the accomplishments of a… Continue reading An Honest Look at Women’s History Month
I reflected back on the last 20 years, which were far from horrible. I felt that most of my greatest experiences were actually happening now, in my 30s. I realized that, though life has been far from easy, the experiences and opportunities I’ve had are probably very unique from many outside of my community, and academic acquaintances.
I was listening to a podcast this morning that I’m really growing fond of. The host is a Christian single woman who’s found herself in her mid 30s with her life looking nothing like she thought it would. Sound familiar? Well this morning’s interview was with another woman who has a strong faith but got… Continue reading Some Things Just Come Easy
Some 18 years ago I met some people who would become “forever friends”. I know this because they told me so. Sadly, at the time of, I admit that I wasn’t a believer of the term. At a young age I had already experienced rejection by my peers which caused extreme trust issues that only… Continue reading A Family Affair
As soon as we landed I felt different. A long awaited smile broke through under my mask and I’m sure the sunshine reflected the gleam in my eyes easily. In just 6 hours I was transported from 30 degrees with snow to 80 degrees with sand. It’s kind of miraculous when you think about it,… Continue reading Christmas In The Sand