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.

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When Letting Go Gets Ugly

Questions to ask yourself when wondering if you should let go (PART II): What will I do when I find myself alone in my room, scrolling through old photos saved on Snapchat or wishing I hadn't deleted text threads so I could go back and laugh at the funny messages? How will I cope when … Continue reading When Letting Go Gets Ugly