“We die, That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.”

— Toni Morrison

I am that I am.

I am that I am.

The Soul Behind the Pen

A writer that puts pen to paper with my heart’s blood dripping in every ink blot. I have been a wayward student, a struggling woman, a dutiful teacher, an ordinary employee, a heartbroken wanderer, a blissful lover, and so much more. It is these moments of being, of becoming and unbecoming, that truly make me captivating as a writer.

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Close-up portrait of a person with glasses, green hoodie, and beaded bracelets, looking to the side with a clear sky in the background.

Romanticizing life one soliloquy at a time …

A woman with dreadlocks, wearing a white T-shirt and a floral skirt, standing in a green forest, with her arms raised above her head.
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