Teanice. My mother, my friend.

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.



Note: This post is kept quite short. This past November, I ended up spending hours with and ultimately confiding in the concierge at the front desk of a DC hotel I had no business being in. I'd say he tricked me into intervention, but that wouldn't be at all true. Though I struggled to articulate … Continue reading Concierge