I was “that kid,” back in the day. You know the ones: naturally gifted at sports, got A’s without studying, excelled at everything without even trying. I am aware of how blessed I am in that regard, despite what I was going through with my caretakers. Looking back, it feels like a solid trade-off. I … Continue reading Chapter 3: Bodies Fail
I’m a child of divorce. I know, I know, that’s such a common thing these days, but I don’t like that it is! And it doesn’t change the way it feels. Especially to a kid. Honestly, I thought I was one of the lucky ones. My parents have been divorced for as long as I … Continue reading Chapter 2: Love is Conditional
Chapter 1 of the Trust Series. Let's just come out with it. My first childhood memory? Repetitive sexual abuse from my baby-sitter's son. My well-being was daily entrusted to a woman with 5 children. Rightfully so, my parents believed this woman was fit to keep an eye on another one. And honestly, she probably was. … Continue reading Chapter 1: Caretakers Don’t Always Take Care of You.
I've been diligently avoiding writing this. It's the deepest of wounds, and the one that will likely give me the most freedom if I face it, yet it's the one I find myself doing everything I can possibly do to avoid it. Today alone I've cleaned every inch of my already clean apartment, did dishes … Continue reading Trust
It’s late. I know that. All the best marketers would tell you it’s too late to post something that’ll be effective. . But it’s not about that. It’s not about “being seen,” or gaining followers. It's about raw moments. It’s about real life. It’s about being human. . I’ve always been someone who carried this … Continue reading Some posts are too long for Instagram…
I sent this text to my best friend on the East Coast today: Having a moment, just gunna share out loud to make myself feel better: I realized today as I watch this new show I'm into that every show I get attached to has the same theme... yes there's laughing, crying, real-life drama, etc, … Continue reading Community
Can we talk about this for a minute? "Authenticity is rebellious." I heard that phrase today and it lit a fire in my belly so strong I had to take a break from the memoirs and get back on the blog. It was a phrase that fell into the Universe and landed in my ears … Continue reading Authenticity is Rebellious
We are the sum of the 5 people we spend the most time with. We ultimately attract who we are. I crossed paths with these two phrases way too many times this week to ignore them. So this evening I've just been sitting with them. And I went through some strange phases as I digested … Continue reading Be Your Change.
Part of MAVERICK is living out loud; being real and authentic, no matter what. I've mentioned before that I have had multiple run-ins with friends and followers who have said things that have lead me to believe that what I portray is not relatable. They've said that I am so positive, and so energetic, and … Continue reading Marching on to the Beat I Drum
No more excuses. I have a routine, I am settled, I have time. So in this moment, I find myself wondering why I am not using this available time to pour into MAVERICK. Not long ago this vision kept me awake at night; it had me jumping out of bed in the morning; it had … Continue reading Defining Your WHY