My great-great-grandfather was born into slavery. If you know anything about world history, you already know people were enslaved. The difference for me is that I have actual, legal documents specific to my family. If you look at the featured image, you'll see a page from the division of estate for John A. Evans. You'll… Continue reading Learning history is painful; Knowing history feels…
When I was young, I used to love picking the white feathery stem of the dandelion. I would close my eyes, make a wish as I blew off the feathers. As an adult, I learned that my childish wishes caused more weeds to spread, grow and take over other lawns. When we think of weeds,… Continue reading Grow like weeds
In two days, I will be 35! I was born in Buffalo, New York on Sunday, September 18, 1983. I have learned so much about myself in the last year! Since turning 34, I have learned to focus on myself. Not only focus on myself but to also put myself first. For the first time… Continue reading My birthday post
I have never been called a failure. Not everything I do leads to success but by societal definition, I am not a failure. Some people look at others who make "bad" decisions daily as failures, putting them in the category of untouchable, unfit to engage with. Like all labels, once you fit within one, you… Continue reading Failure, you are not.