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
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.
"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.
I have been a people pleaser for as long as I can remember. Maybe it stems from being a middle child or being adopted or just being a female in general succumbing to the societal pressures of being accommodating and pleasant. "What a bitch." I remember the first time I was called a bitch. It… Continue reading Unapologetic Bitch
Here's another how-to article. I don't know, maybe you're someone who doesn't get attached and is able to let go of things relatively easy. It's no secret if you've met me that I am a very sensitive individual and feel things deeply. When I care for someone whether they are a coworker, friend, or someone… Continue reading How I Let Go
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