Time ≠ money.

Time.  It’s the resource we can’t produce more of, and the thing we most hate to waste. We spend so much of our lives trading our time for money, that it might feel strange, maybe even wrong, to spend it solely on ourselves.  Time is currency, but some of us allow society to dictate how…

Finding the words to say nothing.

With Cherise‘s help, I’m happy to report that for the last 11 days, I’ve kept to my word on publishing something each day. When I challenged myself to post daily for an entire year, the only real goal was consistency for consistency’s sake. I wanted to see if the grass would be greener on the…

They weren’t laughing.

The Conundrum… Well, it happened again. I planned something, people said they were coming… but life got in the way and they couldn’t. (Insert heavy sigh here.) No, the sigh isn’t about people’s schedules, it’s the anticipation of entering into an inner dialogue centered on the theme of, “Is it even worth it?” “Why do…

A Love Lost in Translation

As I touched on in a previous post, I do believe that how you do one thing is how you do everything.  How you communicate is how you love. Most can easily recite Gary Chapman’s five love languages as words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. But what does…

“The baby’s heart rate is down.”

This post on my 12-hour labor and delivery serves as a follow-up to my post, My doctor recommended I abort at 8 weeks. If you haven’t read it, I suggest you start there.  For those of you ready to continue, I suppose it’s best we begin with my first encounter with Dr. Gloria Martin. I…

My blog turned 6 today.

Considering all the domain changes, theme makeovers, topic shifts, and periods of inconsistency, I’m happy that for whatever reason, I decided to maintain this space. Over the past 6 years, several worthwhile friendships, learning experiences, and fun brand partnerships materialized from this space. For that and so much more, I’m grateful. I suppose I got…

My doctor recommended I abort at 8 weeks.

I think I was somewhere around 8 weeks along when my then doctor — in so many words — recommended I terminate my pregnancy.  When I walked into his office for the first time, I had a 17-cm fibroid tumor in my womb and a history of miscarriages. He ran down a grocery list of…

With these thoughts I wrestle.

How you do one thing is how you do everything. I heard someone say that, many moons ago, and every so often life will present me with evidence to support that notion. Let me explain. When I redecorate a space, I remove everything from its original place, put it all in a large centralized pile,…

Expression over algorithms.

1-11. What a wonderful date to take it all in and appreciate this gift called the present. I can barely recognize my own life right now, but I mean that in all the best ways. I’m a new mother to a beautiful baby girl. I live in an exciting city that almost never sleeps (things…