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I am a writer, blogger, and writing coach who equips fellow writers to tell their stories while I share mine along the way. I would like to think of myself as a cheerleader for personal bloggers, creative writers, storytellers, and truthsayers in the blogosphere. I'm glad you are here and I hope you stay awhile.

On Being a Black TCK/Expat: I Liked it Better When I Was Colorblind.

I have two decades of life under my belt. Yet, it took me coming to America 12 years ago to realize, Wow…I’m black! It took me until three weeks ago for me to realize that I’m a black Christian. Never before have I ever attached my faith to my race nor did I see the reason to do so. But with the recent event in the American judicial system and the hurricane of responses to it, with the numerous debates of justice and race, I found myself in the turbulent storm of it all, trying to reconcil...

Face-to-Face with the KKK.

I was the token black kid in my class. You know, the one that everyone tried to look at without being obvious during history class when racism and slavery were being discussed (and failed at their subtlety I must add). Well, 10 years ago, the American history books of my grade school years came alive right before my eyes in a park in South Central Kentucky. Till this day, I occasionally ask my father, "What exactly were we there for?" And then my father would remind me that our family was invite...

On Being a Black TCK/Expat: Hair. (Part 2)

Re-embracing my natural hair has been a big deal for me. It's almost a passive-aggressive way of getting back at the bullies who taunted me for my afro years ago in grade school. If you happen to be one of those people, well, I'm surprised that you're reading this first of all. Secondly, I think my hair is absolutely wonderful although you thought my hair was not "good hair". Thirdly, and most importantly, no hard feelings. :)...

On Being a Black TCK/Expat: Hair. (Part 1)

On June 1, 2012, I cut my hair and it looked like this. Any regrets? Yes. I regret not doing it much earlier. I never thought hair would be such a big deal in my life. In fact, it shouldn’t be. But I was very wrong considering it was one of the number of reasons I got verbally bullied growing up....

The Real Woman.

My father jokingly tells me that I need to eat more food from time to time. And I usually respond shaking my head laughing, telling him that I eat massive amounts of food while playfully blaming him for giving me his fast metabolism....