I have a confession — a strange confession — but a necessary one to voice this aloud, to speak to the truth of what has crippled my belief using my full potential for advancement. The confession? I have a stutter. According to the National Institute of Deafness and Other Communications Disorder (NIDCD), stuttering is a speech disorder characterized by…
As a child, I remembered the time I had a lip-sync battle with my Aunt Niecy. She was seventeen or eighteen, and I was six. Her bedroom became the stage. The song “Grooveline” by Heatwave thumped through the stereophonic speakers while posters displayed the 1970s era on the walls. A small incense cone burned the…
What has ingrained into my soul had suddenly ceased to exist. The creation of new worlds and inescapable truths had become a lost battle cry. For years, I’ve grown accustomed to pounding the keyboard at any given moment. Now, I’m silenced. Yet, here I am, writing why I can’t write. Trying to decipher whether it…
Raw and Unedited Excerpt As soon as the Corrections Officer opens the door, I see a woman sitting at Lilith and I table, waiting in silence. She’s wearing a fashionable, gray two-piece suit with an attractive set of heels, and very pretty. Her hair as I remembered from photographs and news footages is longer, almost…
Denial. It’s that feeling that causes your spirit to quiver. For years – and maybe decades – mine has been shaken on and off, and I never understood why, until now. Lately, I’ve taken a challenging task of working a full-time job, going to school, and running a small business; juggling three demanding, time-consuming positions….
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