I was speaking to a friend today, who shared a message from an elder and it made me think differently and more clearly about single mothers….

The simple act of taking care of the plant or animal that you will put into your body is equally mind blowing and simple to me. In the States, there is a deep disconnection to the process of tending to your garden as a means to tend to yourself- and your community….

Any way you slice it, choosing to divorce someone is a courageous act….

I’m no scientist, but I believe there’s a “taste memory” left on your tongue that makes you want more sugar- which could be why you reach for more. This is how one piece of cake turns in to two, three and the whole thing….I think!

I make it a point not to apologize for my tears- no matter the cause- because I see tears as a connection to and the presence of the Divine. Just as laughter comes so effortlessly, tears are very similar in nature….

The table I’m sitting at was made by someone’s hands. The chair I’m sitting on was made by someone’s hands. The doors I open, the floor I walk on, even the driveway my car drives on when it comes and goes- all made by someone’s hands. Someone meaning- a Jamaican person, skinfolk and kinfolk….

Once you realize, the whole game is rigged to corner you in by shame, you can break free. If they’re going to do it anyway- do whatever it is you want to do. Let. Them. Gag…

My mother sent me this video earlier this year and I loved it then. I recently revisited and I still love it so.

I love the harmonies. I love the vibe. I love the music. I love the lighting and color. I love that they incorporated some older Jamaican artists’ songs in there….

In those moments when motherhood feels like it takes up all your time, mental and emotional space, we have an opportunity to choose a different narrative. We can choose motherhood over and over again….

Men, young and old, are enthralled with her, intrigued by her, sometimes whipped by her. She’s actually the motivation for a lot of their actions, their possessions, their movements….

Black lives don’t only matter when there’s been an injustice. Black lives matter every day, and all lives. This includes the parent you begrudgingly don’t talk to (his/her life matters), the man walking….

Self betrayal is such a familiar feeling.

It’s familiar like- that comfy spot on the couch that has the best view of the tv.

It’s as automatic as closing your eyes to yawn.

It’s a knee-jerk reaction to the fear of…

There is barely a backstory. I wanted my hair cut, so I did. I enrolled my children in the process, just because I knew they’d want in on the action…

Motherhood is a type of sunken place where pieces of yourself become unrecognizable. Where the giving of yourself, your whole self, is your entry. You must fight to regain the pieces that were lost. Some may never come back.

My message here is to choose the path that best suits you. Not what society says, not what family says (respectfully), not what your guidance counselor says. Who are you and what do you want?

This was my first ever speaking engagement! Not too shabby. I applied, I was accepted. I wrote it, rehearsed it and on September 7, 2019, I gave my Talk! What a thrill this was! I count this as one of my most proudest moments. It’s up there with…