I had dinner with my good friend, Emily, last night and she was the absolute perfect person to reflect with on the eve of celebrating my fifth year in New York. I was telling her that I used to date from the vantage point of simply dating men based on whether they were OK with…
Category: New York
And Then You JUMP
I had to JUMP because I didn’t want to look back on my life with regret for not leaping into this window of opportunity. I had to JUMP because I wanted to be proud of the woman staring back at me in the mirror every day.
Three years later, I’ve never been more glad that I JUMPED into this chapter of my story.
Welcome to The Ink Well
I reasoned that if you wanted to hire me as a writer and editor, you wouldn’t want to read about my broken heart, my struggles with my body image, my leap of faith from DC to New York, and my ongoing work of mourning, loving, and honoring the lives of my Mommy and my Daddy.
Or maybe you do.
New York, Year Two: Building + Growing + Gathering My Tribe
I can say now that 2014 was my year to discover New York, and 2015 was my year to find and grow with my tribe.
The Diary of One Big, Bad, Bold, Bad-Ass Leap of Faith: Redux
I had this blog post up for awhile about my transition into New York, but then this little self-doubt gremlin told me to take it down over the summer. (NOTE: If your favorite SoulFlakes posts are now missing, you can blame it on her NOT me!) I was thinking, “People are probably tired of hearing…
When Cast Members Change
There’s nothing worse than tuning into your favorite show to discover that one of your favorite cast members won’t be returning for the new season.
New York, Year One: Always Get High on Your Own Supply
Somewhere around 1:30 on the afternoon of January 8, 2014 as I was driving over the Verrazano Bridge into Brooklyn, I suddenly saw the Empire State and Chrysler buildings in my side view and I began screaming wildly with joy. It was a good thing that I was traveling alone because I probably would have…
For the Love of Titi
On an early Saturday morning in August, I arrived in midtown to take on a personal development course. It had already been a VERY long and a VERY hot first summer in New York for me. I was grinding hard to make my writing hustle come together, I was nearing the end of my long-distance…
The Ink Well 