Curly Hair, Don’t Care

I remember the actual moment when my curly hair finally made sense to me, that ah-ha moment when drying my hair went from, are you kidding me in the exasperation sense, to the are you kidding me in the dang! my hair looks ah-mazing sense. I was on a business trip in...

Crushing Time with My Teens

If I had a dime for every time I’ve said, I need to figure that out, I swear to you I would be a millionaire at the very least. Then, if I added the nickel I got for every time I woke up in the morning and the words, I’m sooooo tired, before my feet even hit the...

The Gift of Days

For as long as I can remember I have responded to certain holidays with a mix of disdain and indignation; I’m fairly certain this response began with Valentine’s Day. Perhaps my initial reaction to Valentine’s Day had as much to do with what I interpreted as a...

They Make Any Space a Home

Over my years as a writer I have embraced entirely the existence of Spotify and have likely spent more time than I intended carefully curating playlists for my different writing projects as well as writing moods; they’re sort of like mixtapes I’ve created and...