Red Nails

When I was little my aunts and grandmothers told me that red nails were not for little girls, they were for grown women. I suppose I took red make-up in general to then be synonymous of womanhood. Like once a girl was ready to embrace being a W-O-M-A-N than then she could wear the color… More Red Nails

Lovers Love Jazz

I’ve loved Chicago since Darius and Nina. Never smoked a cigarette, but I would if love and poetry called for it. Crisp white shirt and a soft worn leather jacket, dressed in twists and intrigue. Spill my soul on a mic to perfect strangers, tell them about him and us. I haven’t craved a man… More Lovers Love Jazz

View from high horses

Its been a week riddled with judgment. In my classes as student, in my classes as teacher, in my life outside of academics. A friend of mine asked me how, as a teacher/counselor, you stop yourself from being reactive. I said, you get comfortable with being uncomfortable…and you make peace with looking at yourself this… More View from high horses

Broken

I have been on an absolute journey the past two weeks during my Adult Development class.  Much of which cannot be appropriately described by any language I know. Last night was our last class and we presented each other with gifts; I had been searching my mind for what felt right to give for three… More Broken

Sol-ute

What does it look like when your life catches on fire? When you set your trail ablaze with passion rather than smolder in mediocrity…what does it feel like to be the sun? Giver of energy for the whole of all things, light in the sky and breath in the lung, what is it like to… More Sol-ute