Am I Good Enough?

Am I Good Enough?

Being Black in America is knowing you’re good enough, smart enough, capable enough…and when you’re finally recognized for it, you question if you even deserved it. America has taught us that we need to be better. That we not only have to demonstrate our worthiness, 

Depression is…

Depression is…

Depression is..the great imitator.  The greatest actor there is.  And the Oscar goes to… I sing your songs but I don’t know the words. I don’t recognize the melody.  I laugh at your jokes, but I don’t find them funny.  These smiles aren’t genuine. They 

Change is an act of healing.

Change is an act of healing.

Something is happening to me. A shift. I feel it, deep in my bones I’m changing. I won’t call it growth. This implies maturation. I’m grown. Fully developed. But I am changing. Again. I fear these shifts. And welcome them.  I fear that I don’t