I’m relaxed and it’s not the Prozac, it’s the scenery. The shift from the green flat, Virginia Beach to the gradients of red in the Shenandoah Valley trees is my visual treat for nearing the end of my drive. The…
The Color Wheel Of Grief
I tug the cord on the fan light, pull the weighted blanket on top of me, and after hours of distracting myself with a screen I’m left alone with my thoughts. With the tightness in my chest and the churning…
A Toast To A Love That Is
Thank You July 10, 2020, our wedding day. No aisle, no flowers, no coordinated outfits, but there was a lot of love. I showed up with the love and the pain to celebrate the love between Ra’Shaud and I. I’m…
Leave Space For My Rage
We glamorize the success story but don’t talk about the grief story. I am suffering and I don’t feel the need to whisper about it.