Sometimes I run from my own humanity. I think I’m escaping the vulnerability of succumbing to the fragility of my existence. In many ways there’s a sense of comfortable ease in hiding behind a self-constructed superhuman façade. Although superheroism presents a unique set of stresses, it’s an easier concept to accept as opposed to welcoming…

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I spent the majority of my adult life in emotional warfare with a narcissist. Unraveling the emotional damage prolonged time with a narcissist causes is a process, because it’s a brawl with the truism that nothing is what it seemed. Duplicitous actions are a dominant trait in a narcissist. People with this emotional disorder intensely…

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My parents divorced when I was two-years-old. My mother made the courageous decision to prioritize our safety and health, thus escaping the abusive relationship she had with my father. She packed us up, sought safety and protection, and pioneered a new life for us. Escaping my father’s violence was a wise decision, he was a…

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I’ve always had an obsessive personality with an intense desire for perfection. One of my earliest grade school memories revolves around obsessing over drawing a circle. I remember drawing the circle, then repeatedly erasing it because it wasn’t as circular as I thought it should be. Things became so acute with my circle drawing, that…

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She’s the principal, teacher, and nurse. While serving as the accountant, crisis counselor, strategic planner, and logistics expert simultaneously. She mother’s, she aunts, she friends, she teammates, she partners, she sees the gaps and fills them.  While nurturing her family, she sows positivity and hope into her community. With intensity she chases her dreams, making…

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I was in a bad headspace. I was questioning my value, capability, and relevance in general. In that moment of self doubt, I got a much needed God wink. My alma mater asked me to speak to a group of students around the topic ‘A Seat at the Table: The Evolution of Black Women in…

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With my mouth slightly open, head flopping left, then jerking right. Accompanied by a small puddle of drool forming on my hot pink sweatshirt that read “Cancun Mexico.” I flight napped. An older man and his wife, both with a jubilant post-vacation aura shared the row with me. This adorable pair had front row seats…

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He loves me. He loves me not. Celebrating birthdays is the acknowledgement that I’ve been chosen, once again, to do my best at navigating this complex gift of life. When I consider the challenges, gifts, and “what the fuck’s” last year brought; the only reasonable explanation for me getting a do-over is ‘Gods love for…

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