It be the ones who say they ride for you, It be the ones, the ones you […]
free·dom ˈfrēdəm/ noun noun: freedom the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without […]
For some time now, I have struggled to find my baseline. Whether I like to admit it or […]
Guard your Energy. Protect your Peace. It seems that for the most part, the weather here in […]
In keeping up with the theme of relationships that I seem to be writing about lately, let’s talk […]
My Grandfather was the lighthouse in the middle of the ocean on a dark, foggy night: steadfast and […]
For the last few years– since my Grandmother’s passing–I have struggled to find where I fit in the world. A major part of who I am–or rather, who I was– depended on her. She was the Matriarch, and I was her dutiful right hand. With her being gone, I felt like I didn’t have any family that I knew inherently that I could count on. I’m an only child but I grew up surrounded by my aunts, uncle, and cousins. I never felt alone. Even after my family had issues, I still had my G-Ma. But with her gone, and my family members dealing with their own grief in the best way they knew how, I felt alone again. Whether it was true or not.