Grieving Is Hard, Y’all

Most of my 2017 was spent as follows: Bed + Tears + Food + Tissues + Sleep + Repeat. I was wading in this emotional swamp because I chose to take on the herculean task of doing something I had never done–grieve the death of my mother. My mother died 34 years ago when I was a toddler. However I’d never given myself the space to mourn her loss until my life forced me to do so.

Becoming Ida’s Daughter

When I typically introduce myself to others, I normally identify myself as a sister, an auntie, a friend, a singer, and a writer. I rarely if ever say that I am a daughter.  Now that both of my parents are gone, it’s uncomfortable to stand as their daughter without a lot of uncomfortable conversation about…

Lean On Me, Sister

I had the pleasure of catching up with one of my best friends on Easter Sunday right before I began my current job. We hadn’t seen each other in some time so it was great to hear about how she was balancing things with her career, her marriage, and being a Mommy to two beautiful…