I’m trying to tell you.

In chaotic times, true friends become our anchor. They offer support by simply being present. They remind us we’re not alone and help lighten the weight of uncertainty. Their steady presence gives us the strength to endure and emerge stronger on the other side.

Whew chile. It is not for the weak.

Sleep Well, Nikki G.

My burrito bowl from Chipotle was seasoned with hopelessness and sorrow. I don’t know what the hell I did to offend them, but we will not be partying together again.

It’s the height of b-a-ness.

Imma pass, but you cute.

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(4) The parallels were unmistakable, and while I left the theater in awe of the performance, I also left with a heavy heart, reminded of the weight we carry and the fight to embrace who we are unapologetically.

(3) We are misunderstood, dismissed, and l feared. Unfortunately our magic exists in a world built to break us. We fight to keep our lights from being dimmed, no matter how the world tries to define or contain us.

(2) I am green. Black women are all green. We live in a world that judges us for standing alone like we weren’t left there, for our uniqueness, for the strength and brilliance we carry, and somehow for being both underwhelming and excellent at the same time.

(1) Last night, I had the privilege of experiencing Wicked, and Cynthia Erivo’s performance was nothing short of breathtaking.

As the show unfolded, it hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting, it was a hard watch; it resonated with me on a personal level.