Writing Is The Freedom I Didn't Know I Needed
It’s a Sunday morning. I’m drinking coffee from one of my infamous mugs, enjoying the sun beaming through the window, and waiting for church service to start – on Facebook Live. It’s been the same routine for over a year now, thanks to a global pandemic. I've grown to not complain. The couch has become the place I go to for commune with myself about writing, self-reflection, being a Black woman, and what I am offering to the world. I’ve always wanted to inspire people to find