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I downloaded the apps for Lyft and Uber drivers. I knew that being a driver would allow me the freedom and flexibility that I wanted. I can literally work when I feel like it. I’m currently writing this while waiting for my first ride. I’m in the Lyft/Uber driver lot at the PTI airport. It’s…
Finally. A movie for us. This film detailed the common struggle amongst many African-American women- our hair. It all began here for most of us. As I wrote this, I heard the jingle in my head and I think back to when the boxes came with the cassette tapes. I can also still smell…
I remember being 13 and experiencing my first thoughts of suicide. I remember bouncing back and between thoughts of hanging myself or overdosing on prescription painkillers. It would be safe, clean and painless. Self-inflicted pain was never my “thing.” Museum of Thought: Poetic Perspectives in Adolescence is a poetic time capsule of my depression.…
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Date:September 5, 2018 Dear Donald Trump: I am writing today in regards to becoming a cadet in the United States Space Force Academy. I am excited that this position aligns perfectly with my goals and experiences. I currently hold a BA in Psychology, an MBA and four and a half years worth of experience in…
Issa celebration! I can’t believe that it’s been a full year since my first official debut as a blogger. I began without a single ounce of what blogging consisted of, determining what to blog about and definitely NOT how to upload content and manage my own website. I gave you guys a snippet of what…
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It only takes twenty one days to start or stop a habit. It only takes twenty one seconds to order a three wing dinner at Bojangles, a Cajun chicken tray, double onion rings and lemonade with light ice at Cookout. I, with confidence and sound mind and body, decided to say my final goodbyes to…
7/31/18 Today started out as a regular day. I dreaded hearing the alarm clock, repeated my affirmations, hit the bathroom and prepared to walk Milo. Our walk was like any other day with Milo ignoring the conversation that I tried to have with him. I got dressed and went to work on what I would…
