I began 2020 with three streams of compensation, working as an Administrative Assistant for a nursing publishing company, teaching art for an elementary/middle school in inner-city Baltimore, and blogging for Visit Annapolis and Anne Arundel County. By the end of March, I was down to the publishing company. By May, I had only my ambitions and my voice— my poetry and my writing. That is when I realized I had to stand on my natural abilities. As a result, I started leaning into my poetry full-time. I was nervous and anxious, but I was also confident that I had been prepared
Have you ever felt forced out of your space, be it your home, your mind, your body, or your spirit? I have. It was uncomfortable, disheartening, disenchanting, unsettling—downright miserable. At some point during the constructive eviction process, I begin wondering how did I get here—to this new place that feels much like a plateau or abyss, either with no apparent steps to ascension in sight. If you have been there, then you know you begin weighing all of your missteps, mistakes, misgivings, and any other downfalls, faults, or flaws. You start counting all of the circumstances that prohibit you from
Fashion can be bought and sold, but style is a priceless curation of experiences and confidence. —E²
In a matter of four months our lives transformed—like magic, go figure. These transitions have happened so fast, I have barely had the time to collect my thoughts, let alone pen them…okay, type them. Yet, here I am. One o’clock Ante Meridian, pinned between Frankie Baby and our pint-sized cherub who takes up an unnecessary enormous amount of space in our bed to have such a compact body. Here I am, with a moment to breathe, by way of writing. Last January, we knew we wanted to make the best of 2018—we had not quite figured out how, however. Nevertheless,
Life in the May house has been on the up and up this past year, to say the least. Now, do not get it twisted, we have had some oopsie daisies and low points. However, mostly, we have been living the gracious man’s version of high off the hog. (No pigs were harmed in the making of the year.) We still like to retreat, relax and reflect on how far we have come since the beginning of this lovetrip. I will be the first to tell you, you can plan your life down to your very last breath if you