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Writing my way to freedom.

Writing my way to freedom.

a month ago

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To live in America...

Editor's Note: I wrote this a few weeks ago, right after the Royal Wedding. I wasn't going to post it but today someone tweeted something that emboldened me. So I pulled this out of my Word Docs and here we are... To live in America is to live in constant fear. Yesterday, I read the headlines of yet another school shooting. 10 people were killed, 9 of those were children.…

2 months ago

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Mama, I see you

Today is Mother’s Day and during some of the hardest moments in my role as a mother, I’ve often thought of you. The single mother The depressed mother The anxious mother The boss bitch mother The stylish mother The granola mother Maybe you’re all these things. Maybe you’re even more. During some of my challenging moments, I took solace in the simple fact I am not…

3 months ago

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I want to be Strong

I still struggle with speaking up and out. I still lose my voice inside of my own body. I have a son now and the mere thought weighs heavily across my shoulders. I was raised to be seen and not heard, to be respectful to my own detriment, to smile when I want to cry. I walk around the world with a plastic smile plastered across my face because someone…

4 months ago

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Girl's Trip

I recently came back from a girl’s trip to California. This trip highlighted just how much I was neglecting myself. I was so used to taking care of everyone I didn't even realize how little I left for me. I agonized over my decision to leave my 20-month-old with his father. It was the first time we'd been separated for more than twelve hours. Even when I told my…

a year ago

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Milk mixed with Shame and Judgment

It’s nearing the end of #Blackbreastfeedingweek and all the posts on social media have inspired me as I continue on this unexpectedly prolonged breastfeeding journey. I never thought I would still be here, almost fourteen months later. I simply promised myself I would try to nurse him up to a year or as long as he was interested. I figured he would tire of it by six months. I…

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