Growing up I always saw myself as a mother. Motherhood I felt, was an inevitable obligation and was just something that happened. At one point in my teen years I distinctly remember wanting at least 8 children. That number drastically dropped as years went on. I'm really good with small children. I started babysitting at… Continue reading Mother, May I?
I'm launching a business with a friend next month and it's very surreal. What started out as an amusing thought has manifested into a reality over a course of a year. I feel as if I should be more terrified than I am, but I'm not afraid. This just fits. I have an incredibly talented… Continue reading Risk.
I'm not the kind of girl good for stroking your ego. I am the type of woman who is good for your credit score and mental health. Your choices are your reflection. And my choices are my own. I will not remain with a weak man. I don't want a boyfriend to take care of… Continue reading The Type.
"You're not even that dark. Look at this." he demonstrated by pulling my sleeve off to expose my shoulder. "This - this is practically white." A few things came to my mind in this moment. First of all - how fucked up this was. I understood he was trying to flirt, and this was what… Continue reading Skin. A Sequel.