Bereavement, Influencer Advice, Opinion, Thirties, writing

You Are Where You’re Supposed To Be

A few years ago a peer and I were discussing working independently in a creative field. At that time he was still figuring out which direction he wanted to go and how to get to where he was going, but I knew I wanted to be and I would be a writer. I'd picked up… Continue reading You Are Where You’re Supposed To Be

Bereavement, cancer, motherhood, Thirties, writing

Memory Lane: My Faucet Is Leaking

I'm starting a new series here where I'm sharing old posts from past blogs and giving them new life. I published this in July 2015, just a few months after my mother's cancer diagnosis. Rereading these words, almost three years later, is a surreal experience. And I wanted to share them. "The Faucet Is Leaking"… Continue reading Memory Lane: My Faucet Is Leaking

Bereavement, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Thirties

You Will Not Use Me – Being The Child Of A Social Climber

I grew up knowing with absolute certainty one thing about my mother: she knew how to recognize useful people. For better or worse, she had a keen sense of who she could charm and how to charm them in order to get the most out of that relationship. My mother had a knack for befriending… Continue reading You Will Not Use Me – Being The Child Of A Social Climber

body positivity, Feminism, Thirties

I Take My Clothes Off For You

Several months ago a friendship between myself and someone I'd known since high school ended because I choose to be photographed and drawn in the nude. I have had my body drawn by some incredible artists who were interested in drawing larger forms and needed the practice. I've also taken photos of my body in… Continue reading I Take My Clothes Off For You

body positivity, Feminism, Mental Health, Opinion, Thirties, weight loss

Why You Will Never Make Me Hate My Body Again

WARNING : This post contains information about my past eating disorder and may be triggering to some people. Please click away now if this subject matter is not something you want/need to see. I have always been "thicc". As a teenager I had wide hips, thick thighs, an ample booty, and a small waist. This… Continue reading Why You Will Never Make Me Hate My Body Again

Marriage, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Parenthood, Thirties

When Someone You Love Loves Someone With A Mental Illness

Navigating the difficult journey of loving someone with a mental illness is a daunting task, requiring more grace and resolve than most people think they're capable of. When we look at someone who has a physical illness or disability, we can see how cruel it would be to leave a person in the midst of… Continue reading When Someone You Love Loves Someone With A Mental Illness

Feminism, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Parenthood, Southern, Thirties

To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You

This has been a long time coming. I didn't intend to get to this point. As a matter of fact, I thought myself brave for not even considering forgiveness. It took me years to work up the courage to get justifiably angry and once I got there, it never occurred to me that there'd come… Continue reading To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You

Marriage, Opinion, Thirties

Ten Years – Reflecting On A Decade Of Marriage

We're told to never give up on our dreams. Movies, television shows, quotes on Pinterest, and captions on fitness models' pictures scream at us that we can achieve our goals and we can make our own dreams come true...if we don't give up. "In two weeks you'll feel it. In four weeks you'll see it...ect,… Continue reading Ten Years – Reflecting On A Decade Of Marriage

Feminism, Mental Health, Opinion, Thirties

Nude

I want to take my clothes off. I want to feel the sun and the breeze touching every part of me. I want it to wrap its tendrils through my pubic hair, caress my thighs, and kiss my breasts. Not because they are sexual, and not for any form of sexual gratification, but because I… Continue reading Nude

Bereavement, Opinion, Thirties, Uncategorized

A Do Nothing B*tch

I remember writing frantic Facebook posts about the big things happening or potentially happening, hoping that by putting words to these dreams of bigger, greater things they might somehow become more real than layers of code splayed across my cell phone screen. Inevitably those flights of fancy and delusions of grandeur never materialized out of… Continue reading A Do Nothing B*tch