Pt. 2 – Swallowing the pills of the past… 

It was a bitter pill to swallow, the inward denial and subsequent suppression of my true feelings numbed me completely. I was not only numbed from feeling pain, but from experiencing anything that was deemed unsafe – that included receiving love that in my adolescent estimation; I did not deserve.  After there was nowhere toContinue reading “Pt. 2 – Swallowing the pills of the past… “

Don’t call him my stepdad….

Many complications have risen from me saying “my daddy” and having to specify… But I could never get behind calling the man who raised me and loved me and sacrificed for me – my stepdad.  Yes, some say a step dad steps in but mine didn’t. He came running to my rescue, running to loveContinue reading “Don’t call him my stepdad….”

Nassau Adventures…

About two weeks ago, I picked up a friend and in the random nature that is Keisha… I decided we would stop at random places and take pictures…. So, here goes!  Photo 1 – the bus stop that couldn’t contain my hair.    Photo 2 – Wok N Roll, the red writing matched my shirtContinue reading “Nassau Adventures…”