After years of running from who and what I am, I’m now all in.
I am a mother. A professor. A kick butt wife, public speaker, relentless debater, and writer.
My love for words began when I was in high school and has continued to be a big part of who and what I am, long after earning my MFA in Creative Writing from Chicago State University.
I’m starting a little late, and have a lot of ground to cover. I’m looking forward to the journey, wherever it leads!
I teach. I listen. I love. And I write. It's really just that simple, or is it?
Of course, anything that enters my mind is fair game, and my mind is a dangerous place. I particularly find strength in writing about people, emotions, and obstacles.
Fathers are the foundation of every little boy and girl. My foundation was broken because my father was broken.
Daddy Issues, my debut memoir explores the beginnings of my life with my father and how those beginnings shaped the girl I shouldn't have been and the woman I'd always wanted to become.
I'm super excited to write for "PS I love you" a Medium.com publication.
From time to time, if I produce an essay they like, my work can also be found on Medium's recommended Reader Wall.
I’m not a Blogger. I don’t have the discipline, creativity, ideas, or enough stuff to talk about to ever consider being a Blogger. Blogging is a lot of work. But sometimes I have some really cool moments, well cool to me anyway.
I want to capture those moments. I want to remember those moments. I want to share those moments. So, well, here’s my “blog.” LOL
It's hard for me to get to the finish line. Sometimes finishing Daddy Issues feels like I'm trying to build life's tallest tower with a bunch of broken toothpicks. But publishing on Medium.com gets me motivated. It's nice to get to the finish line. Follow me on Medium.com to take a quick peak into the world of me.
My heart had betrayed me for years. Yet when I need it to keep lying to me, it was no where to be found. The night I learned that my dad was dying, that he only had hours at the very least and days at the very most to live, was the night I learned exactly how I truly felt about my dad. I loved him. Despite it all, I loved my father.
Part of my journey to finish my manuscript is to include others on how it's going. This is important to me. I have no idea why. I guess it just "is what it is."