& Your Words, My Life

When I was a kid, I hated my cocoa colored skin. I didn’t have a reason either. Turns out I hated it because everyone else hated it. I got pushed and shoved and called names that I still remember to this day. I still vividly remember the fresh tears rolling down my cheeks after one…

& Generational Stairway

Here’s a piece of non fiction, I wrote senior year in college. This is still one of my favorites. I don’t write a lot of non fiction but when I do it makes me feel so transparent. I wouldn’t have started writing non fiction if it wasn’t for my professor who pushed and pushed. I…

Transparent Glimpse Into My Life: Growing Up Darker

I presented this at a conference last semester in Erie & everyone loved it. I cried writing it. It’s polished but it’s still a draft. I need to go back dig deeper & analyze some of the things that I just touched the surface upon. I’m not good with my feelings & writing helps me…

& Generation Y

Generation Y is a misnomer. Y implies we follow in our parent’s footsteps, Y implies we agree with the horrors they have created and left us to not understand. Y implies we are the same. We Are Millennials. We are a generation of Change. We are both Generation We and Me. Good and Bad. Hopeful…