It's just like the enemy to turn a positive into a negative. He was able to make Eve focus on the only tree she was not supposed to eat from instead of all of the fruit she could partake in. We were no different. Instead of just celebrating the moment of my sister's engagement. I focused on the fact that my father wasn't there.
I remember going to make pottery or being a "body-guard" for my grandmother during events when I was little. I thought the nerve of these events to not have any snacks, coloring books, or TV to watch. Why would anyone come to an event without food? To this day, I'm still not sure why. In… Continue reading Managing Trauma for the Kids (Children’s Mental Health Awareness Day)
Today, I met Mike Brown Sr. It was a truly taxing but enlightening moment. There were so many moments where I tied myself into knots. How would I feel if I were in the same place? Life comes at you quickly, will you be ready? The tragic thing about talking to Mike Brown Sr. was… Continue reading Meeting Mike Brown Sr.
The older I get, the more I start to fill out my Dad's shoes. I look in the mirror and see him daily. I speak and I hear his voice. I've come to a place of peace about most things but I struggle with becoming him when I look at the bottle. I spoke a… Continue reading Echoes of My Father (Giving Up Alcohol)
Conversations about Sex, God, and Politics are considered taboo in many circles. I am writing this to be open about my past struggles and defining this challenge for my personal life. This is not endorsing anyone to take any action and strictly about me. Celibacy has always been a struggle for me. Whether I am… Continue reading Celibacy: A Quest to Love Self More
In the midst of the increasingly chaotic and toxic world, I've been really trying to think about my plans of action in a positive manner. Plan of Action – Education spoke on the misconceptions we have on proper education and new ways to think. I want to propose a new way to think about family. For this… Continue reading Plan of Action – Family
I've already written two letters to my daughter and one to black women but today goes to my son (that doesn't exist). With all the extensive pressure to perform and live a certain way to society's standards, I want to reach out to him. I want to give him some lessons I've never gotten about growing… Continue reading Letter to My Son
I wanted to take a break for inspiration and super deep thinking to share a personal experience and feelings about it. This year I will be 30 years old. I've fallen in love no less than four times. I've been homeless, jobless, and purposeless during various times throughout. I've felt that I've failed many times… Continue reading Pride, Alcohol, and a Broken Man
For years I never had male friends. I went through my adolescence with only one male friend and everything else revolved around my girlfriend at the time. I didn't know the importance of a brother, someone who you connect with for no other reason but for their existence. As the eldest child of both of… Continue reading The Reason for Brotherhood (or Sisterhood)
Last night, I took an Uber to a Game Night. I am a weirdly social person sometimes. I often test my social skills by getting my Ubers to have conversations. I've learned all types of things about life on the bus, in a taxi, or Ubering with strangers. I hit the jackpot with my Uber… Continue reading Uber Rides & Holiday Thoughts