Black Girl Problems, Childhood, Race, Uncategorized

Anomaly

I moved to Brooklyn Heights when I was 17.  I was enrolled for the  summer introduction course for the New York Conservatory for the Dramatic Arts until I started classes in the fall.  This was the plan since I was ten years old.  Showing up, suitcase in hand and a dream in my heart. The… Continue reading Anomaly

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Childhood, Dating, Family, LOSS, Relationships, Uncategorized

Mother, May I?

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?

Advice, Childhood, Uncategorized

Identity

I have been called a variety of names in my life. My birth certificate says my name is Chanelle Davis. That's not my name. That name wasn't even chosen for me. When I was seven I learned to write out Chanelle in cursive. I loved it. I would start with the curve of the capital… Continue reading Identity

Advice, Childhood, Family, Uncategorized

The Art of Not Giving A F***k.

I was a very emotional kid. I was a people pleaser. I think this stemmed from being adopted - I think most adopted kids struggle with feeling unwanted - even the very fortunate ones like me who were adopted and chosen by amazing families. I worried about people liking me and would take it very… Continue reading The Art of Not Giving A F***k.

Childhood, Family, Uncategorized

“Adult”ISH

I moved out when I was 17. I was 21 when I moved back home with my parents. It lasted a crazy four months. I moved back because of a traumatic experience and my mental health was in serious need for restoration. In that time my mother made sure that I was healing and not… Continue reading “Adult”ISH

Black Girl Problems, Childhood, Race, Uncategorized

Discolored Recollections

The color of my skin never before occurred to me until I wanted to be the pink Power Ranger at recess and was told I had to be the yellow ranger because the pink ranger was white. This confused me because although my ethnicity has always been somewhat ambiguous , I did not have the… Continue reading Discolored Recollections