THE Anniversary: What Dreams May Come?

THE Anniversary: What Dreams May Come?

Our 5th Anniversary You may have noticed I was not in for last week. We aren’t doing the old number quite yet so I’m certain that far fewer of you know how this usually works. The week of the anniversary for Words Don’t Do It Justice I go away. Usually for planning, but also because life tends to get in the way and I write the post ahead of time to get ready for the day of. This year was a bit different. March 4th was a weekend. And I told you no more weekends. So I took off to Read more »

Happy Valentine’s Day 2018

Happy Valentine’s Day 2018

Have I ever told you that I like all of the holidays? So of course I love Valentine’s Day too! Not because of the materialistic elements that have been incorporated into most of the holidays. No, I love that there are specific days where we are encouraged to have fun, celebrate, and spend invaluable time with people we like. With that in mind, I want to tell you all… well it’s in the title. Although today, being Valentine’s Day, also marks the how-ever-many-thousandth anniversary of a certain somebody’s massacre (which I read that some bitter jerk face decided to try Read more »

New Year’s Promise

New Year’s Promise

Happy New Year! I’m here again to get a tad personal because it’s our Anniversary, and thus a perfect time to renew our vows. The hardest thing about being a writer is writing. Sure the writer’s block makes things hard. And yes, when the mission is to lend my voice to the issues and there’s too much unpleasantness going on for me to focus on just one thing, I get overwhelmed. But if I’m honest–and I’m always honest with you–its that every time I put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, I expose my soul. Especially because I insist on this “impeccability Read more »

RSI: Redefining Beauty

RSI: Redefining Beauty

Beauty. Cuteness. Attractive. Adorable… A young man called me beautiful last night. Part of me wanted to smile and say thank you shyly. Instead I said “I know, and thank you for noticing!”… Still with a smile, but not the kind that usually goes with feigned humility or embarrassment. I accepted his compliment. Once I did, the voices in my head took over, telling me that he probably didn’t really mean it. I told me that I’m only pretty to a very select few kinds of people, let alone beautiful. I told me that I certainly shouldn’t have been so forward about accepting that compliment. Luckily, Read more »

And now we come to…the end of an era

And now we come to…the end of an era

Today, oddly enough was supposed to be the pay off FINALLY for a number of posts about relationships that I thought might be better than all my previous ruthless on relationships post. And indeed I’ll get to that later.   Instead, Today is a day I bring us to a place I knew could happen, but was happy every time it didn’t. Today we end the hour for the last time. What do I mean? Today is the beginning of a goodbye party. For this blog. Oh it will continue to exist, but a transition is afoot. And so with Read more »

Story Time: Hood Mentality

Story Time: Hood Mentality

It’s been a long time since I lived in the hood. Even when I lived in the hood, it wasn’t the kind of hood that I had to look around and feel some kind of way about. I lived in an area of Brooklyn with mostly Caribbean home owners. They took pride in what was theirs; swept the sidewalks in front of their stoops, picked up litter and trash, made sure the block was clean after the garbage truck passed. The area I went to school in on the other hand was a different story. The common theme–the mentality–was “no Read more »

Story Time: Reign Writes – Me As A Writer

Story Time: Reign Writes – Me As A Writer

Shadow Bolt Reigns, my adventurous puppy, gives me something other than myself to focus on. He forces me out of my head and away from the things that keep me mired in negativity. He nudges whatever he can reach, jumps onto my lap, tap dances on my back or chest (ouch!), and licks my face until I get up to fill whichever need he has, which sometimes is just a few moments of attention. Even now as I write this piece, it’s as if he’s thinking “She writes, therefore I must nudge.” All he’s doing is what comes to him naturally. Read more »