When I came into this world it was just my mom and me. Apparently my dad was out trying to park the car somewhere. Anyway. Teanice and Jade. Jade and Teanice. It's just about always been us since then (to me at least, because I definitely have a thing where I see my mom as … Continue reading Teanice. My mother, my friend.
I just need to let this out. It's neither encouraging nor funny. It's just a thing. If you know me you know I'm good for making a phone call off the random. No courtesy text. No appointments. If I want to hear your voice or for you to hear mine at any given moment, I'll … Continue reading Let. Him. Go.
I've been hesitant to publish this sort of post since I first launched Building, Not Broken back in January. What I'm writing about is a sensitive subject to some, and a very personal one to me. I know a lot of my family members read my posts, and the contents of this blog will follow … Continue reading What I Wish I’d Known