I keep looking over at my laptop, my mic and audio interface thinking this would be a great time to work on producing or writing songs, but I just don’t have it in me.
Looking around the apartment, I’m taking note of all the things to get rid of knowing I won’t be able to do any of it safely until next month.
This is how I occupy my mind when I feel helpless.Read More
I believe the general silence around this issue is surely linked to the limited research and resources for something that touches the lives of 80% of black women and 70% of white women.
Many women are asymptomatic (meaning they experience no symptoms) and can go through life never noticing them. The rest of us are not so lucky.Read More
We can be real without being destructive and toxic.
We can be optimistic considering all the facts, not jus the convenient ones.
We can be honest about hard truths with love helping to guide our words and actions.Read More
When I find myself back in my old neighborhood on my way to smorgasburg or some local vinyl shop or a free concert in the park, it’s still strange.
It feels like a bond was broken.
I barely recognize the place. The people look at me like I’m the stranger, which I guess I am now.
You know, those exchanges between people we don’t know that are purely designed for us to perceive them a certain way, except (plot twist) we don’t care and all we want to do is watch our Netflix downloads of K-Pop Explained and Brené Brown elaborating on vulnerability and shame.Read More
In my household(s) - (there were many) this word was never uttered. When I experienced trauma or stress induced fainting spells which I’m learning is something called vasovagal syncope - my mom could be heard yelling something like “met fanm sou ou!”
That’s kreyol for the female equivalent of “man up!”.Read More