The Soft Place 

soft doesn’t mean small. it means sacred. I created this space because I needed one.Somewhere slow. Somewhere sacred.Somewhere that...

when i think back to childhood fables, i see now they weren’t just stories, they were primers. foreshadowing. preparing us for truths we...

there are moments on this journey when clarity arrives quietly, almost like a whisper you’ve been carrying for years but only now have...

this space is born from my lens as a black woman. that lens is specific. sacred. real. but the truths underneath it — grief. healing....

i believe the most ideal path for black men is entrepreneurship. because working under someone else — especially under white male...

fear arrives in many costumes. sometimes fear is a warning: stop. turn back. this is not safe. sometimes fear is an initiation: keep...

we say angry black woman as if anger is a flaw. as if anger has no place. but anger saved me. anger cracked me open. anger showed me my...

imagine the universe trying to bless you abundantly. but you only have a small container. a rigid, limited view of how blessings can...

before a child is introduced to any ideas of a creator, before anyone teaches them about divinity or faith, they already know one. it’s...

we believed it so deeply that we stopped noticing anything else. even though… on so many days, the sky is gray. or pink. or orange. or...

with every layer of healing, i shed something that was never really mine. a belief. a survival pattern. a projection i inherited. and as...