Oh!

And I happen to be really happy lately.

Feels so good.

Digging Deep

I'm just living inside my own head right now.

Trying to nourish myself, my brain, my heart, my body.

Trying to hear my own voice again.

July 4th, Home, and Hair

It's been a moody few days. The holiday came and I was miserably homesick. We stayed in the (dark) house the whole day and didn't venture out until 10pm to see a movie downtown. The man had bought me some sparklers, so when we came back from the movie we sat outside and I played with those and it was right at midnight by then. Back home the usual street-blocked-by-barricades-for-fireworks-family-BBQ was in full swing. New babies, old friends, and good food. We were supposed to go to a work BBQ, but didn't make it out the house. I just wasn't in the mood for random conversation. I miss...everything. I didn't cook either, but yesterday I cooked what I would have cooked (jerk chicken, kale and collard greens, and yams) Then I finally cut my dreads out on Friday night which was...emotionally painful. I was left with about 2 inches of hair (less than an inch in the back) which I promptly got braided up. The hair appointment turned out to be a a pretty good pick me up with a beautifully ghetto salon with not air for the first few hours I was there, filled with African women speaking french most of the time, and videos of african dance and drumming playing on the TV. 7 hours later, I was again homesick (albeit a different kind of home, but home nonetheless)

The Final Say

In one of the previous posts I was talking about having the final say in me and the man's relationship when it comes to child rearing...

Russell wants the world to know that the same goes for the mama of his babies, so back the hell up... why do ya'll care how much money a billionaire provides his family anyway?

LMAO.