I remember sitting on the dock on Long Lake. I still was trapped living with my first adoptive parents. I remember thing how horrible a situation I was in. How the world just kept spinning with me stuck in these moments trying to find some semblance of …something. I couldn't be happy. I spent to many nights praying and crying to be delivered into the next stage of the play of my life, I promised I would just be content to be free.Read More
BLACK GIRL. Love yourself today. No just the beauty you always are on the outside, but the knotted mess on the inside. The parts you try really hard not to hide. Are you finding joy in discovering yourself? Your thoughts your words your dreams? All the idiosyncrasies in between?Read More
Most people can't say they were adopted, placed into the foster care system, and then adopted again.
Even as I type, I have to pause and let the enormity of that sink in. But it's never something I have taken the time to even let sink in. I was too busy moving to each next chapter of my life.Read More