Love Letter #81 | Put them Under Curfew

How you may or may not adhere to the rules of an 8:00 pm to 5:00 am (the following day) nation-wide curfew, is an indication of how you’d operate for the proverbial curfews in your life or in the lives of those whose lives you impact.

Love Letter #79 | She Assaulted my hair

Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its colour and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.

– Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses

Work from Home Week 1 | No Peeing in the Office Bathroom?

In some weird way, holding your pee is like holding toxic energy inside. It’s like hating on others without purposely seeking some kind of resolve. It’s like getting upset and staying upset and not unpacking and expressing your feelings.

Love Letter #77 | The Confidently Insecure Black Girl

We all wear a mask to the party. Less often than naught do we actually remove the mask or even the entire outfit and show our bare, vulnerable self. So never assume that the person who presents to you reveals their everything at all times.

Love Letter #76 | The Garbage Truck Broke Down Outside my House

Garbage trucks smell beacuse of the fusion of waste that goes in them. They’re not cleaned as often as they should be and if they are cleaned frequently, it’s not a proper clean.
Never. And, I mean never allow yourself or the vessel you use to dispose of your figurative garbage to stay filthy.

Love Letter #75| I Almost Pooped My Pants

Life comes at you fast. You have to be flexible enough to find solutions to emerging problems. Just like clenched cheeks and squeezed big toes, you must be able to contract and relax accordingly. Relaxing in grave situations might not be the wisest decision and contracting at the right time can offer the ultimate relief. Strike that balance.

Love Letter #73 | Germs!

I often feel like I’m at war. Who will win? Me or the germs? I vote me. 1. Prayer works and all…but – Wash your damn hands! #Soap #Water #Friction
2. Stop touching your damn face!
3. For the love of God! Cover your nose and mouth when you cough and sneeze. Don’t do it in bare hands!

Love Letter #72 | Assaulted

My sense of security was wiped. The notion that we were relatively safe was a false reality and that incident gave us that rude awakening. I had no peace after. I barely slept and panic attacks were served with breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Love Letter #69 | Hit the Snooze Button

The same way you set time for particular things in your calendar – same way you should set time for certain people. Do not give them complete access to you. Do not give them all of your time.

Love Letter #68 |Blackness

Our blackness goes way beyond our ancestors being enslaved. It goes way beyond the enslaved mentality. It goes way beyond our complexion. It is about honouring the past of hurt but it is also about embracing the talent, the artistry, the brilliance and the overall beauty of people who are black.

We are Queens and we are Kings and we are beautiful.

We must teach our children about more than just a laundry list of iconic black people. We owe it to them.

Love Letter #62 | I Almost Missed the Bus

Never become lazy because you know that other options are there. Work towards the first option first and then … if that doesn’t work, you consider the others.

Love Letter #61 | I Jumped Again

Believing in yourself is necessary and important. That belief is part of the reason you will jump. If you doubt your every being, you won’t ever move.

Love Letter #58 | I Fruit Ninja’d My Hand

Your first and second bad situations help to prepare you for the third and fourth.
Your third and fourth bad situations help to prepare you for your fifth and sixth.
The cycle continues and you’ll be alright.