Dayo when I showed him this pic (with adoration in his voice): Mami, how could you not have been the golden child in this family? You’re so...
Category - Diary
I am still here, but in a massive amount of flux. I have pond jumped, am in open warfare with a supervillain, and managing and processing bureaucrats...
It wasn’t five months ago. It wasn’t even five years ago. I was seven… I was being sent to a very private exclusive elementary school. It was 1983. I...
For me sometimes getting things going is the hardest part. My ADHD will keep me rooted to one spot, afraid of being judged for needing help. But I’m...
There are moments in my life, especially in the last nine months (interesting number and interesting connections for me), where I have heard clearly...
My mat has become this place where I love myself. My love for my body and the care I give to it, in many way for the first time in 40 years, is...
