Category: Creative Nonfiction
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At Tea With Sorrow
I have never experienced any kind of growth without first fully being with and accepting where I am at now. This piece strives to capture that experience. This morning I woke up exhausted, third night of no sleep. Night after night tossing and turning. Sleep beyond my grasp. I feel that I am just on…
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Love, Interrupted
I have been processing the recent break up of a relationship. I really struggled to get this piece to capture that process without getting too analytical or wordy in the wrong sort of way. So, I settled on a collection of small pieces that weave through the different emotions and thoughts that I have been…
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A Ritual of Love
Today I cried. The tears held tight for hours. After I learned the truth. A breath of solitude in an urban landscape. Created the space to feel. More than anger. I cried for the possibilities interrupted. For the opportunity to go deeper, with one another. And the gift that was available in that. For the…
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Activism, A Day of Love, & Black History Month
An Experiment Monday, February 12, 2018 I have been reflecting a lot this past year about activism. At heart, I am an activist. But I have been incredibly disillusioned by present day activism. I have honestly questioned its impact. I have showed up at marches, protests, and rallies, but have left uncertain whether or not…
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The Art of Being With
Recently someone revealed something pretty deep and personal, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I could be with this person’s experience. Their experience was so far outside my own experiences. I wasn’t sure I would have anything to draw upon to relate and understand in a way that would be meaningful for this person. The…
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I Will Always Buy Flowers
There have been times in my life where $5 was often the running balance in my bank account. I would often have just barely enough or not quite enough to cover my bills and expenses. These times in my life were the hardest. The constant struggle to meet basic needs creates a certain kind of…
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Pittsburgh
I first moved to Pittsburgh when I was 13. Ever since, I have tried to get away. In fact, I have moved away from Pittsburgh at least 6 times, only to be pulled back again, and again. Clearly, I have some unfinished business here. I can’t lie, there are many other cities where my ethnic…
Ahimsa Shakti 