I personally feel like we've been sleeping on the amazing lessons black culture can teach us for way too long. They are so full of love. So full of life. So full of ZEST. If you hang around those who embody black culture, you can't help but be drawn in. There is a magnetism that surrounds those who embody these positive aspects of black culture that cannot be denied.
Passion. It's something that everyone can sense but not fully describe. It's like the wind in the trees: you can't see it, exactly, but you can definitely see its effects. Or like an errant wave in the ocean: you don't expect it, but the force can knock you off your feet and whisk you away... Continue Reading →
Whew! I can't believe it's been a month since I last posted. In case you aren't in my inner circle, I've been juggling moving, weeks of standardized testing (gag), minor family issues, and, to be completely honest, a recent addiction to the TV show "This Is Us" (do you watch it!? It's SO. GOOD!!!). While... Continue Reading →
Creativity is literally the fountain of life. We as humans are created out of two people's love for one another (or should be in an ideal world). We are born of creation, and therefore we are born to create.
The problem does not come when we make the mistake. The problem comes when we refuse to acknowledge that mistake and therefore deny ourselves the opportunity to ruminate on it, examine it, dissect it for the valuable information that it holds.
This summer I went on my first ever trip abroad; a travesty, really, because I’m almost thirty (*sob*). Not only did this trip show me a wide variety of awesomeness in regards to architecture and planetary beauty, it also taught me several valuable lessons of which all persons should be aware. People are awesome. The... Continue Reading →
It was my goal to dance with a fireman because, come on now, you can't be at a Bastille Day Bal des Pompiers and not dance with a pompier.
Wednesday had me feeling like a giant blob of carbs, so after I woke up I decided to go on a run. What better way to acquaint myself with the streets of Paris, right? After a quick bite of almond butter (the last of my airport snacks), I laced up my Nikes and hit the... Continue Reading →
For someone who just up and flew across the Atlantic Ocean with little to no planning (which is 100% not my usual style), I got SO lucky to be put into contact with people who knew the city and were kind enough to show me around. Looking back, I wouldn’t have had half the amazing experiences that I did if I didn’t have that advantage.