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Downtown
Sitting here thinking about how when I was a little girl, I thought downtown Chicago was the most magical place in the world. So many people to watch, and stores filled with stuff I loved, like dolls and books. The skyscrapers and the restaurants. Wig stores😂🤣💀. Everything in the world to a little black girl…
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Self Reflection Friday
I am a woman who is a big kid at heart. I still love cartoons and collect Barbie dolls and at times, I have wondered if this was normal. So I did some reflection from within and decided that yes, it’s normal to like cartoons and collect dolls as an adult but…. What does that…
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How important is spirituality in your life? How important is spirituality in my life? Spirituality is not just important to me—it is essential. It is the thread that weaves meaning through my days, the quiet knowing that I am connected to something greater than myself. It grounds me when the world feels uncertain and lifts…
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How do you waste the most time every day? Lounging around like a plump, pampered, house cat. Like him:
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I Refuse
I refuse to live in fear— to let shadows dictate my steps. I refuse to dwell in pity, to wear sorrow like second skin. I refuse to let malice take root, to poison the garden of my heart. I refuse to worry about what is beyond my control, to let uncertainty grip my soul. And…
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Dem Haints Over There
I learned about haints as a child from my grandmother. She was from Mississippi and she told me slave folklore about their evil asses. For those who don’t know, the term “haint” hails from Black Southerners and it’s a folklore term for a restless or angry spirit — essentially a ghost or supernatural entity. Dem…
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Have you ever broken a bone? Yes. Broken left fibula as a result of getting hit by two cars. Hit by one car, flipped up into the air, came down, and cracked head on the windshield. Bounced off the car into another car and left leg was entangled into the wheel of said car. Two…
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The Life of a Writer
She sits with the page like an old friend who no longer speaks. The words used to pour like honey; sometimes soft as silk, other times thunderous and filled with fire. Now, silence. Complete silence. Voiceless. Ideas knock but never enter. Ideas forgotten. Ideas who flew away like leaves in the wind on a warm,…
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A Creative Way of Describing Epilepsy
The fatigue that comes with epilepsy is not ordinary tiredness. It is deep, consuming, and layered; a kind of exhaustion that wears the body, mind, and soul. Every seizure, even the smallest one — a flicker, a tremor, a blank space in time — burns through the brain’s energy reserves like wildfire. It’s like running…
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A Message for My People
Most Black folks are regular people. We go to work and take care of our families. We have regular friends and family members. We live in regular neighborhoods. We lead regular lives. I know that the social media has destroyed the brain cells of so many people and got them thinking stupid shit but damn.…
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