Me, slightly post-mess.

As if cramps weren’t enough…

I’ve discovered a mysterious thing about being a woman. It’s hard as hell.

I mean, it’s like, one day I was double-dutching to Next’s “Too Close” and then BOOM! I got my period and entered into a world of pure confusion, heartbreak, disappointment, expectations, body ideals, and rampant inequality. In no time I was up shit’s creek with a bad relaxer, no college degree (but hella debt), and a whole baby daddy. Oh, the tragedy!

But in that raggedy tragedy, I noticed something. Other women. Yes, I am a lesbian.

I’m kidding! What I noticed was other women reaching down into the depths of my brokenness and pulling me out. My own amazing mother, my aunts, godmothers, friends and even that random girl on the street who asked me if I was okay when I was crying silently into my croissant on the L train.

They told me stories about when their lives fell apart. When their lives came together. When they lost themselves. And how they found it again. They all pulled me up and continue to this day. I think many of us have that experience of feeling brought back to life by the women around us.

Now, that I’m an author, writing stories for and about women and a mother of a little girl (Hi, Eden!) I want to explore any lessons I think I’ve learned, gain insight from other women, and keep building letters of guidance, encouragement, and I’ve been there, girl head nods for her and all the daughters everywhere.

Now, don’t get me wrong…ya girl is still screwed up but I’m trying!

Catch up with the most recent blog posts. You’re already behind sis…*smh*

I’m fat and I love my body…and I want to lose weight

As if the world wasn’t crappy enough with Covid-19 , Tronald Rump, and TikTok, Adele and Rebel Wilson aren’t fat anymore. Jesus take the wheel! I’ve seen it happening a lot lately. My fat sisters are just getting rid of the weight. They’re doing it, for reasons that are as unique as each of them are, but they are doing it. But one thing we can count on to be the same is that a conversation about body positivity vs fat shaming/diet culture to pop up. It got me to thinking about my own journey with my body and how I’ve dabbled on each side of the spectrum.

Get your own! Your own, ya heard?

Last week I was bored as hell, uninspired, and spending a lot of time scrolling through Instagram. I’ve been fortunate enough to have curated a really dope group of family, friends, and fellow writers who are unbelievably entertaining. Let me set the scene… Imagine me, on Instagram having an absolute blast. I have a perfectly… Continue reading Get your own! Your own, ya heard?

“Nasty” and others synonyms for dynamic women

I really wished we’d never have to talk about this. There are things in our society that are so vile, so upsetting, so sinister, that I longed to never have to discuss. But here we are, having to face up to reality. Ripping off that Brazilian wax strip and diving into the jagged lacefront of society. Yes. We’re going to talk about politics.

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