Tonight I am wide awake. I just spent the past 5 hours painting. It's now 2 a.m. I am so relentlessly overwhelmed by the memory - eyes like my favorite cup of coffee. Memories of gliding over the water, literally rowing into the sunset in a canoe. I didn't have a single worry. It wasn't… Continue reading Without a Paddle
I am terrible at relationships. This is not a secret. You know how the common reactions to fear are either fight or flight? The anxiety that comes over me in a relationship results in a somewhat spastic combo. I tend to rush things, getting swept up in new feelings that deafen me to the… Continue reading Red Flag
I was listening to a podcast recently with the boss babe trinity - Oprah, Mindy Kaling, and Reese Witherspoon. I find each of these women so inspiring. They discussed many points on female empowerment . A concept they introduced to me in their conversation was the idea of becoming more relate-able and less likable. There… Continue reading Likable
I was thinking about an episode of a show I had recently seen. A favorite show - The Gilmore Girls. I've seen every episode around 100 times, (give or take a few). The soundtrack came on my Spotify while on my commute home and it made me think of a particular show. I was about… Continue reading Wrecked.
I’m not sure when it started. Maybe it’s always been there, the pressure. I remember getting ready for my parents wedding day and being told by guests that one day I too would have a pretty wedding. I was four. At that time the golden, shiny ribbon woven in my braid proved more interesting than… Continue reading From a Happy Bachelorette
"Today was a sad day. Even worse, it was an unexpectedly sad day. Sometimes I know it's going to be a sad day and I can at least try to prepare myself. Funerals on Tuesdays, the day after Christmas, and June 10 are all sad days. Today though, without warning, I realized my childhood was… Continue reading 2014
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