What You Don’t Know About Me

Have you ever had such immobilizing anxiety that you didn’t know what to do?

That’s me.

Dear Youth: This Is Your Time

This week I’m focusing on “Uprising Youth.”  Being a youthful person myself, I know how difficult it is to have the same independence and stature as others when you look so young.

When I started my job as a reporter, I would handle myself as a professional, making phone calls and scheduling my own interviews.  It was so fun!  What I didn’t enjoy was my interviewees’ reactions when they met with me face to face.  

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God’s Got Me

For the first time in my life I don’t know what my next move is.  There are so many options, but I don’t know where to go.

Thankfully, I know what to do about it.

The Liebster Award

First off I would like to thank PoojaG for nominating me for this award.  It is such an honor!

As a nominee, it is my job to answer 11 questions, nominate 11 bloggers, and write 11 new questions for those bloggers.  Enjoy!

Dear Parents: Spend Time With Your Child

The other day I was watching some children.  I wore my wrist brace since my wrist had been bothering me lately (I think it’s carpel tunnel).

“I wish I had to wear that,” said the little girl next to me.  

1000 Views!

Today marks the day that “As She Writes” has reached 1000 Views!  Thank you to everyone who has supported me!  Stay Blessed! 🙂

It’s Okay To Look Back

Keep going.  Move forward.  Don’t look back.

We are told these things growing up.  It is meant as an encouragement.  We’re told to never give up, to reach for the stars.  Don’t let our pasts hold us back.

But what if we reach the point where the only way to move forward is to work through our pasts?

Beach Umbrella Or Lost Love?

You were my shelter.

You promised to care for me

When I grounded you

Whose Lives REALLY MATTER?

“The girl with the brown skin. . .”

That’s how I described my third-grade best friend to my mom – before I knew about racism, before I knew about slavery.  To me it was as simple as describing someone’s hair color.  I loved my best friend, and I didn’t see her any different from myself.  We played together every day at recess, and I even shared with her the secret of my crush from second grade.