5 Liberations of Moving Into Your Own Place

It’s been a month now since I moved into my own apartment. No roomies, no partner. Just me, myself, and I (and Jefferson bear, of course). In general, I am not a person that necessarily likes to be alone. As I have mentioned before, my mom would say that I am “always running these streets”.Continue reading “5 Liberations of Moving Into Your Own Place”

Things I Wish My Younger Black Self Would Have Known

Clearly, I have been a black girl/woman all my life. However, I was never really okay with it growing up, until I moved to Brooklyn, NY. Now, Brooklyn itself is not a large part of the story, but what I ran away from and what I found when I got here, was the game changer.Continue reading “Things I Wish My Younger Black Self Would Have Known”