Girl Reporter

I remember her… She was only fourteen (14), naive, curious, passionate, optimistic, enthusiastic and competitive especially when it came to Literature. Anxiously she sat awaiting Ms. Todd to hand-out the English Lit test papers. Then she came across this poem. Instead of rushing to finish on time or leave before everyone else, it was as…

Disappointment is part of the journey

I haven’t written here in a while (last blog post was five Sundays ago to be exact… my apologies for that.) Sometimes, life tends to get in the way and you have to find/make time to get things done again. So here I am…technically Monday morning making time for what matters most to me: my writing….

Who helped me at 2am?

Another Sunday is here and until a few moments ago I didn’t realize that Sundays have unofficially become my 🎉BLOG POST DAY🎉 I started this journey at the end of November 2014 (just the other day) and today March 15th, 2015 marks my 15th post thus far. Golden birthday much? 🎁 Unfortunately I didn’t quite…

I discovered myself in my writing

At twenty (20), an age when most young adults are trying to figure out who they are, my mother gave birth to me. I grew up as an only child, being raised by a single-parent. My mother was a young black woman from a huge poor family. She had thirteen (13) brothers and seven (7)…

Don’t stop Dreaming!

Happiness to me means waking up in my Manhattan apartment, having Starbucks for breakfast, going to work for a global media company, spending time alone at Central Park, visiting museums, frequently attending Broadway plays, being inspired by the daily happenings of New York City and writing novels about love and life. When I tell people…