Yesterday I attended a workshop that made me rethink all of the voices in my head. The voices that tell me no when my gut is screaming YES! YES! The voices that cause doubt and worry when I am am feeling confident and strong. The voice that always tell me that I am “just a” (Fill in your own blank)…
I actually have a ranty thing that I wanted to write but felt way too emotional and too close to my raw emotions to coherently bang out a post and to actually be productive. Instead I felt like bragging about all of the authors I have met over time. Through my friend Professor Morris I was reintroduced to Street Lit, a genre I had dismissed as…
A few weeks ago, Uneeka Jay, the Powermommy, tweeted:If U want people to respect your boundaries, you have to respect theirs.To this I added “respect you own [boundaries]. People will take whatever you give them and more.” Working in a public service position and being a mom there is nothing not true about this statement. In the twenty something years…
or…How bouncing and behaving hair is created. Me twisting. I procratinated so this took two days. Done! Plus I model a scarf I made! It’s dry and ready to be let loose. Second scarf to accompany slow-mo hair. Hairs to you!-r
Way back in January I ambitiously declared that I was going to post daily. That lasted all of a week and then I was all like whatev and even though I felt guilty about not blogging daily, I didn’t let that guilt make me blog. Sometimes it is what it is. A blogging friend, Christine from The Aums, came up…