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This piece came about through some internal dialogue with myself one day. When I sat down to journal, my intention was to write about love. Here is how it went… cover art I don't want to write about love right now. What do you mean by that? Why don't you? Are you not ready? Do you not feel emotionally capable? I don't know. Maybe I'm tired of talking about love. Maybe love feels too soft for the moment we're living in. Maybe there is too much happening in the world that makes

I woke up to birds singing this morning. Not faintly or in the distance. But clearly–like they were waiting for me to rise. The early dawn carries a different kind of quiet. It isn’t empty. It’s expectant. And in that stillness, their songs feel intentional. If I didn’t know any better, I would think they were calling out to me. Truthfully, I do believe that. Yes, the birds were singing just for me. To awaken me. To remind me. To pull me into the present. There is something

First day of Lent. Here we go again. In 2024, I fasted from fast food–or more truthfully, from eating out. I didn’t have the money. Unemployment will humble you quickly. But it wasn’t just about money. I had grown used to convenience, used to tapping an app and food arriving warm at my door. I got used to not having to decide, chop, stir, and wait. Cooking for one didn’t feel worth the trouble, or so I told myself. There I was–no steady income, low in spirit, heavy in body, a

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Black women in leadership are no strangers to harm. We navigate professional spaces with ambition and expertise, only to face systemic neglect, dismissal, and outright hostility. My story is not just one of harm and resilience but one that echoes the experiences of countless Black women across industries. At a previous workplace, I endured neglect, undermining, inequity, and even stalking—all while pouring my heart into a role that was more than a job to me. It was a calling.

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