Sometimes life gets in the way and I forget how important my dreams are. I’m so focused on living that I forget to dream. ~ PAUSE ~ Truthfully, some of what I’m living was once a dream. And I would not be living this life had I not dreamed of it. And there are parts of my life that I could have never imagined. My life… dreams realized and a reality that I never dreamed. ~ PLAY ~ I have had endless dreams of MY kind of love....

Lately I’ve had so many thoughts, but for some reason I have not been able to write about them. When I put my emotions into words they are immediately more real than they were when they were just a feeling. Don’t get me wrong, my feelings are very valid, but expressing them requires acceptance and awareness. I recently celebrated a birthday. The best gift I received was from my father. ~PAUSE~ I know right?! Those of you who have been reading...

I must have been about 12 maybe 13 years old when I fell in love for the first time. He was from Brooklyn. I was from Queens. I used to visit my cousins on the weekends and he lived around the corner. He was somewhat quiet, but always had a joke on the low. There was a calm about him that I was drawn to. He was a year or two older than me.  And I loved his maturity. I’m not saying he was mature because he was older than me; he was mature...

I wasn’t going to write this entry. I didn’t believe the memory deserved my head space or the time that I’m now taking to write it. But then I remembered why I write. With the stroke of a few keys, it becomes therapeutic for me and it sometimes inspires others. So here it goes… I remember an ex professing his love via text. “I’m in love with you. I would stop everything to be with you, if you wanted,”...

I don’t know why I had a dream about him and his daughter well over 2 or 3 months ago, but I did. He was my college homie turned boyfriend. PAUSE ~ No seriously we were only friends and nothing more for years and then one day we went for drinks and something clicked. It was on and poppin’ after that. That is of course until it ended. He couldn’t handle ME and grad school. Like I’ve said before, sometimes pressure busts...

Today was a great day because God woke me up and gave me the courage to get out of bed and face the world another day… And even with that I found myself fighting back tears more than once. There’s a sadness that follows me these days. There is a disappointment that keeps me consciously aching… PAUSE ~ I wonder if conscious aching is less painful than not knowing. They say ignorance is bliss, but what’s the bright side of...