• bell hooks – all about love

    bell hooks, an activist, feminist, and author. Her writing has focused on the interconnectivity of race, class, and gender and their ability to produce and perpetuate systems of oppression and domination. I recently started All About Love by bell hooks. The book pushed me to understand that our model of love starts at childhood. Most

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  • Who Am I?

    “I am not my titles. I am who I am at the core.” At early age, we are taught that our identities are wrapped in titles and achievements: teacher, daughter, sister, activist, wife, mother, dad, brother, lawyer, Award Winning Author, etc. But when they are gone, who are you? It is sometimes often hard to

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  • Keep Dreaming

    Its 3:27 am. I’m switching between my notes, twitter, Instagram, and texting my bestfriend. I don’t know what it has come to but all I can seem to do is dream of a better day every time I lay my head down. My mind seem like it’s racing against the clocks, switching from job to

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  • Painful Wounds – Day 5 She Heals

    I remember the pain from my last breakup like it was yesterday. I don’t think I ever felt that way before. My wounds from past relationships still linger but they weren’t heavy. And that’s when I realize it, I learned to live with my pain throughout the last years. And I made it. I made

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  • Fear of Judgement – Day 4 She Heals

    We’re all pressure to find that one thing that makes us spark and to have it figured out by a certain age. Quite frankly, I don’t know what it is to do because I have so many talents and ideas. When people ask me questions about my next step, I never know what to truly

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  • She Heals Day 2-

    For years, I lived with the the idea that it was my fault that my father didn’t want to be present in my life. The anger, the sadness, the fight to bring my sons and daughter someone that loves every ounce of them, full time, and never part time lingered with me daily. I’ll be lying

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  • Daddy’s Lessons

    I can remember the day I first walked into the court room. I vow to never be there. I’ve seen what the system have done to our women, men, and families. But I was there for other reasons. I was there to prove to my father, after 8 years, that I was his daughter. This

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