On Fake Empathy…

People talk all this shit about “you never know what someone’s going through”, “reach out and check on people”, “be kind to people”, “check on your strong friend”. Then as soon as people cash in on that invitation, they hear things like “you should look at the bright side and think positive”, “someone out there has it worse than you”, “you’re living in the past”, “you should get over it”.

Let me be the first to say…

Y’all ain’t shit.¬†ūüėź

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A Lesson In Sisterhood

This weekend felt like a big hug from my fellow Black sistren everywhere! And everyone knows that we give some of the best hugs ever!

Look at that. Warm and snug!

Look at that, warm and snug!

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Snag in the Network

Uggghhhhh, whose idea was this?!


Who was the first person to suggest that putting on a suit, gathering together in a room full of strangers, making frustrating small talk and passing out pieces of paper with our names on it was the way to get ahead in life? They must have been some unimaginative, pretentious egomaniac that wanted a chance to be seen while simultaneously pissing off the introverts‚Ķlike me. They’re sadists. I‚Äôm convinced. It’s the only logical explanation.

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Thankfully, It’s Not So Bad

Life is hard. You spend your days doing what you have to do to survive and thrive, while trying to enjoy the process, and none of it is easy. The stress and pressure of life is enough to make you forget that there are good things in your life at all. Funny how a day spent stuffing your face can change all of that, even if for just a moment.

What was that thing that I was thinking that time about that thing? Whatever. Om, nom, nom, nom…

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To a Lady I Call Mama Maya…

Dearest Dr. Marguerite Ann “Maya” Johnson Angelou,

I hope you don’t mind that I lovingly refer to you as Mama Maya. I’ve never met you in person, but I feel as though we know each other. We know each other, because we’ve both experienced and shared (to varying degrees) the bittersweet complexities of life as a Black woman in America. When you wrote, you knew someone like me would read it. As you lived your life, you knew that someone like me was watching. Either way, I could not only relate, but I could learn from you.¬†In your words, in your journey, I have seen both a mirror and a compass, and I have learned in many ways how to navigate. You were, and will forever be, a north star.


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