I spend 40 hours a week working as a Bra Specialist at a Canadian lingerie retailer. Although, it isn't what I intend to do for the rest of my life, it has taught me some incredible life lessons and skills. Amoung them are the controversies and issues with the word "nude." In the beginning, I... Continue Reading →
I can't sleep or I'll get drunk, On the lucid liquid I sip in my dreams. If I fall too deep I won't wake up Because I'll dream of you, alive and well, My hair is long and my hands are full With dandelions from the garden we planted. If I sleep I'll remember everything... Continue Reading →
Soon popsicles and lemon drops became too sweet and I realized, my father too, preferred hot tea.
Black People Look Good in Yellow, The Illuminati is a Marketing Gimmick and Triple H is a Performance Artist: are titles of the books I’m going to write.
Which one would you read?
Visions of the future that you’ll never see, photos on the mantle is all I’ll ever be.
690 My mom's a workaholic. So am I.
Coming: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Trinkets dance as the days roll along. The leaves fall to the ground, Damp and deteriorated Waiting for the winter. The girls ask what vixen I will become But all I think of is the vixen I've been as the third year approaches. It's like Christmas and less like Halloween. New gifts opened and the... Continue Reading →