My grandmother was 93. Sharp tongued, sharp minded, and stubborn. My grandfather passed away at 96. It puts a lot of things into perspective: life, heritage, and the legacies we inherit or leave behind. I remember the last conversation I had with my grandfather. As we reminisced about my youth and infantile shenanigans, he brought […]Read More Who Are You Raising Your Children to Be?
Suppose Bigfoot was more than just a cryptozoological creature. Suppose he was a symbol of human intrigue, imagination, and our tenacious pursuit of the unknown—a metaphor for the elusive nature of our personal pursuits and our journey towards self-discovery, would that change your perspective on life? We are all in search of something. For some, […]Read More Bigfoot is Real
I’m lazy, but always eager to share my reading choices from popular Good Black Reads Instagram page. So I write 3 sentence book reviews! Today’s review: Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah Erma Bombeck said there is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and […]Read More My 3 Sentence Book Review: Born a Crime
I pondered this as I sat on the edge of my large king size bed, staring into a closet full of clothes. I felt guilty for being this comfortable and calm, while others were in so much pain. Less than 24 hours prior, life was normal: wake up, hit snooze, wake up again, feed baby, […]Read More What Does a Baby Wear to a Funeral?
I’ve never shied away from talking about my battle with depression and anxiety. Triggered by my mother’s passing away, I’ve fought through the highs and lows and shared my story through that journey. And the reason I share these stories is to always stress this point: therapy saved me, and it can save you or […]Read More Zimbabwe: A Conversation About Mental Illness, Stigma, and How We Can Do Better
As the dust settles and the amber and ashes cool after days of violence in Zimbabwe, I took a step back to understand how we got here.Read More On Zimbabwe: A Quick Story of How We Embraced Violence
When I was about fourteen years old, my father once told me a story. We were about twenty minutes from home and had just come from running an errand for my mother. Well, my father had. I was just along for the ride. “Kwapi, imagine I wanted to send you on a long journey. Now […]Read More My Father Warned Me About Candy and Bananas