Learner’s Permit: Police Relations in the Black Community

I’m a millennial mayor. In fact, I’m the youngest millennial mayor in Braddock’s history. As a mayor, I get to break ties when the six person council can’t decide, make recommendations on projects and programs, bridge the communication gap between community and council, and last but not least I oversee a police department. This includes…

Hunger for Words: Thank Your Local Library

I am forever grateful for my local library as it is/was the pinnacle of the neighborhood. I took journeys near and far thanks to the knowledge planted, watered, and harvested. My mom worked so at one point I was a latch key kid. I enjoyed the free meals the library provided, fostered friendships, and before…

RE: A Letter to 26

Five years ago I wrote a letter to my 31 year old self and today I’m finally looking back at it. Talk about restraint. I’m smiling as I get through it because my 2015 problems definitely weren’t anything and they weren’t ready for 2020 social distancing. Adulthood is still one big panic after another. Not…

Existential Crisis: Falling Out of Love is Crucial

“No, we can’t be friends because you were a terrible boyfriend. What would make me think you would be an awesome friend?” – Me (2016) People can be friends with their exes if said person deserves it. The older I get the more I realize that not everyone deserves my friendship because frankly, I’m a…

& Crown Skin

You sat in the sun too long.  Taunts from my peers haunted the elementary halls What’s self-esteem? Little ‘ol me wouldn’t have known it break little girls down before they can even know it It seemed like I went through an eternity of teasing before I embraced my skin. “This is it, this is me….

& How I Met Your Mother

My first serious relationship went on and off for a few years shy of a decade. We were the definition of “It’s complicated” before it was a relationship title. But we also came from the generation where at one point text messaging was costly and calls had to happen after seven. Technology wise it was…

& 11:11

It’s 11:11 and instead of making wishes I’m up smiling thinking about the art that’s gonna be bomb when I’m done processing the hurt you put me through …again. I thought we were done with the back and forth the junior high games… Why can’t you make up your mind Why are you so freakin’…

& 25 Years

“Your 20s are your screw up years. No one has it together yet…” –everyone It took 25 years for me to not care what people think of me. I wish I would’ve know it was so peaceful. I love who I’ve become and I know it took a while to get here. It took a…

& Metaphorically Speaking

He loved me like someone repeatably stabbing me in the heart and then kissing me like everything would be okay. I’d cry sometimes, and like a junkie I’d come back screaming, “I can fix this.” As an optimist, I sure don’t know when to give up. Love is the strongest narcotic and the only rehab…

& Don’t Have a Job But I’m Still Getting Paid for December

(That’s my Christmas tree I decorated–Happy Holidays everyone) Well since I’m getting paid for working the rest of December, I’ve taken the time to focus on writing my stories. I spoke to one of my favorite best selling authors on Facebook and hopefully they’ll publish one of my amazing pieces of fiction. I’ve taken this…