So far, we have managed to survive 11 days of a the Trump presidency, and I'm trying not to lose my mind. I'm really shocked that his isn't out of ink by now, with all the nonsense he has put his signature on; yea I said it, nonsense. It has been more of a blatant… Continue reading Is Your Pen Out of Ink Yet?
Well, this week's essay definitely won't be as good as others. It won't be my best work. It will be short, and it probably won't make a lick of sense; which is why I decided to name it "Ramblings". With everything going on, I didn't really have time to separate my thoughts and choose a… Continue reading Ramblings.
Strong words. Definitely needed.
Writers must understand what their responsibility is as a voice. As a shofar to the world. Low self-worth, ignorance, and low self-esteem can be smelled from miles away. The stench of give up is not something that is difficult to discern. If you dare to write, then dare also to own it. Your words, your message, and your purpose is something that must not be shared timidly. It’s not about arrogance, for arrogance will surely destroy you. What it is about is writing with authority and making yourself responsible for every word, every syllable, and every piece of heart contextualized. Humility is understanding who guides you every day and who came before you. It is not thinking less of yourself. Every blog post, every email, and every book demand from you a responsibility. You are responsible for being professional, exact, kind, and factual despite how inappropriate others may be. You…
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It's been six days since the inauguration, and the ultimate farewell to what I would say was the best First Family to hold position in the White House. I never thought I'd care so much that a particular president was leaving office, because I was never ALL THAT political. I will be the first to tell… Continue reading They Were for the People
Hello, My name is Whitney and I'm always connected to my social media pages. *insert warm and inviting "Hi Whitney!" from the congregation of fellow addicts* Welcome to the "Social Media Addicts Anonymous" group, where we will discussing this nasty habit that some of us can't or won't seem to break, lol. Let's start with a show… Continue reading Social Media Addicts Anonymous
What do you do when you have been genuinely hurt, and you don't have any possible thing left to give anymore...?
The older I get, the more I realize that keeping good people around me is one of the keys to a happy and successful life. I've learned that if you don't have a solid circle of friends who are not on your level and striving to get better, then you don't really need them in… Continue reading REPOST: Who’s in Your Circle?
I've decided to start photographing and documenting my journey to becoming a wine aficionado. I figured since I'm almost 30, I need to expand my horizon on the win tip. So, I'm going to commit to trying out a new wine every Friday night, and giving y'all the real deal on it. To start the first… Continue reading Friday Night Wine: Dominant Seven
Repost: I posted this one year ago today, and I can say I still manage to maintain the perspective of not living with so much dislike and hate in my life. Hate is such a powerful word, and I’ve decided to distance myself from the negative before I get to such a harsh emotion again.
I saw a quote this quote today and it sparked some interesting thought on my part:
“I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.”
-Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
This quote really hit me in a way that allowed me to reflect on the last year and some of the personal aspects of my life I have decided to let go. One of them being parts of my family.
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I always dreamed that when I had gotten to the point in my life when I would have children, I envisioned having boys. I didn't particularly have anything against girls, but since I was a tomboy my entire life (and truthfully I still am), I felt like I was meant to have boys, instead of… Continue reading A True Love at First Sight