My America

I waited for my daddy on our front porch, eager to etch his face in my memory. He had only been back home for two months, yet still I felt a determined urgency to study his face and link the person whom I loved in the corners of my mind for the past two years with the person in front of me. My brothers, Curtis and John, who were too young to really remember a time with dad, sat on the stoop comparing matchbox cars and fighting over the best piece of sidewalk to race them.

5 Uncomfortably Real Things No One Tells You About Your Twenties

Stunned, and not wanting to alert my classmates of the internal crisis I was now experiencing, I gritted my teeth and pulled out the hair right there. Needless to say, I wasn’t prepared, immediately thought I was the only girl who experienced this, and walked to my dorm mourning my face because, of course, this meant I would need to reconsider my career path as a soon to be bearded lady (which never happened).

My P25 Life Goals (in no particular order)

I wrote a list of goals last week. And I mean real goals, not just the flowery ones that make me look like a good person. No, this list included both the passions of my heart for humanity and the desires of my heart for myself. As I was compiling this list, I realized my goals for myself have changed drastically in my late twenties. The things I jotted down for myself were far more directed and purposed in the same direction. Apparently, I have grown up over the years. 

*praise break*