Adulthood is just coping with childhood trauma as best as you can

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 loved my Momma…

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

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.