Disclaimer: I feel embolden to remind anyone reading this blog that this is a blog that examine life from the Black American (who are descendants of Chattel slavery) experience. I don't apologize for it. That's my voice. In this space, that voice will always be first and respected. Read on... I went home for the … Continue reading Adulthood is just coping with childhood trauma as best as you can
I've collapsed into myself today. And it feels safe here. #MommyFab
I loved my Momma. We weren't very close. In a lot of ways, she didn't understand me. ...she loved me as best as she could, she let me be free and sometimes she sat back and enjoyed watching me fly. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB
Lesson 1: don't share toothbrushes, mixtapes or your heart. #MommyFab
I take people at their word. It is a lost and dangerous art form. #EfabulousHB #MommyFab
WOULD I RECOMMEND WRESTLEMANIA? YAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! #WrestleMania34
I wish my Dad was alive so that I had someone who would dig deep and in those times I cannot muster the energy to cheer for myself, I'd hear him yell "Erica, you got this. I'm here, Girl! It's Dad. I believe in YOU!" #EfabulousHB
I made cake once upon a time and it was GLORIOUS!!!!!
And sometimes I look back and I am "sad mad"...
There is a subtle beauty in this picture. It takes me back to a time that is now lost. Sometimes, it hurts to see such beauty send know I had these moments and wasted them on my naivety and youth.