Providing Nuanced Exposures to Static Worldviews
My first week in Georgia is complete and I really don't have anything deep or fancy to report. Macon is flowing with sweet tea and Southern drawls, Blue Bell ice cream and waves and head nods from perfect strangers. I've encountered some of the nicest shady folks ever and I'll never look at "Bless your … Continue reading #MaconFiles: You’re Not From Here, Are You?
A nice little Sunday read from my dear friend, Jade. Enjoy! xo, Ash!
Happy New Year, loves! (It's still early enough in the year to say that, right? I know…*side eyes myself*). I think this three week period is the longest I've gone without posting since I started the Girl with Black Pearls. It has not been without good reason though; these past few weeks have been a … Continue reading 16 Weeks.
(Image: http://www.wordfocus.com) Wow, it's December 30, 2014. What a year! I am so grateful for the many lessons that I was blessed to learn this year and here are just a few that I'd like to highlight. 10. Don't be afraid. This sounds so easy, right? Right. I don't think I've been shy about discussing ways in … Continue reading #TopTen: Major Personal Lessons from 2014
Own your thoughts. Own their brilliance. Own their shadows. Own your story. Unbossed. Unbought. - Jade Perry It's been a couple of weeks since I've been able to sit down and dedicate time to writing my thoughts and consider what it is I want to add to the various national conversations. Never in my lifetime … Continue reading Unbossed. Unbought.
This week’s blog is a post that I had the opportunity to contribute to the #ReDEFINING blog. Enjoy.
Every year I went through the same thing. I had always found comfort in being able to write out my feelings so I guess using it as my vice to describe how I felt about myself would be no different. I sat and looked at myself in the mirror for the longest time. The venom that I poured onto those pages was worse than I could pay my worst enemy to say. Perhaps it’s because for the longest time, my worst enemy was me and I didn’t know how to change the dialogue. I was not good enough for myself. Is there such a thing?
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I sat in front of my guidance counselor in her office just one week shy of my high school graduation, scanning her face as she searched for the words to explain what she knew I didn’t want to hear. She began speaking in a…
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(Photo: hell-catvintage.com) The weather in the DMV has been pretty typical of a transitional season like Fall but for some reason I have been ill prepared this year. I haven't been ready for the shifts in the temperature, the darkening of the sky as I leave work in the afternoon, the "give yourself an extra … Continue reading Winds of Change.
I'm down at Liberty for my 3rd intensive this week and these classes have always proven to be more beneficial to me than their academic weight suggests. I am only halfway through this week and this intensive is no different. I have always been a person who prided myself on having no problem with being … Continue reading Silence is Golden
I've been thinking a lot lately about who I am, how I value myself, and how my actions line up with my self-value. I've played the fool more times than I care to name because of fear that I wouldn't have opportunities over again. The problem is - I feared that about everything, even things … Continue reading Knowing No.
Waiting. A theme I have tried my hardest to get around. A few months ago (seven to be exact), I wrote a blog entitled Sam’s Mama. At that point, I was in a very discouraging and unsure time in my life; the storms of my personal winter were weighing me down more than I … Continue reading Diary of A Good Girl: What They Didn’t Tell Me.
