The pulses silenced out the imbetween I only heard the highs Your absence is deafening, I fucking meant it every time Did I follow the steps all right? Were you only painted by numbers? Was I out of line when I told you how it hurt? Am I dead? Or did I dream it all?… Continue reading Glitch
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
A little background. A local community theater group, (Olean Theatre Workshop), recently did an almost all female production of Arthur Miller's, The Crucible. In The Crucible, for those who may not be familiar, is a character named Tituba who is a black slave and calls for black actress to play the role. Olean Theatre Workshop casted… Continue reading Whitesplained
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.