I take time to acknowledge the daily miracles in my life because there are plenty of some that I'm aware of and others I must be intentional to seek. With all the distractions, taking those simple daily miracles and blessings for granted is easy.

Ordinary things are what life is made of.

Nearly each quarter of the year, I experience transitioning due to my teaching schedule, homeschooling, personal goals--or should I just say life. 

By now, I should be used to these shifts since I've experienced transitioning in more than one way throughout my life. I've gone  from living with various family members as a child to living on my own as a young adult. 

I enjoy my life. I can say that without hesitation because the life that I'm living today was designed intentionally. Manifesting to me is the same thing as being intentional.

I do not feel indignation because this country never intended to treat us fairly. My existence is an afterthought if it is even a thought at all.

As I've come to understand myself and my conditions, I can share some ways I, too, have continuously experienced joy during pain.

I wrote this post on September 23, 2016. I never published it. I didn’t publish because I didn’t want to have conversations that tend to happen when Black people speak up for themselves.

I was 19 when a friend said to me, “Latonya, I don’t want to ever see you going out to eat alone.” She made this comment while she, her young daughter, and I were dining across from a woman who was eating alone.

Creativity is a big part of who I am. I can't go too many days without making something. When I do, I feel a bit disconnected. With all that said, can I be honest for a second? I am not always okay with my creative process.

I try to refrain from using love when I speak about certain things, but, in the this case, I can honestly say, " I love teaching on Outschool!"  Outschool has provided me with an opportunity I couldn't even imagine.

Yep, I am sick again. This is the fourth time in the past four months that I have been really under the weather.  This is my third bout with Strep. Before you ask, I do not know why I keep getting Strep. I change my toothbrush, linens, and disinfect. No one in my family has caught it. Each time it presents itself on a Monday evening making the week change its course before it even gets started.

The "I Am" kit calls for me to dig deeper. It's helping me to name my distractions. It's helping me to remember who I am and WHOSE I am. 

It wasn't until I was well into my 20s did I begin to find my friend tribe.  It was a struggle for me to relax into these new relationships because of the lack connection in my earlier years of life.