I can honestly say that 2019 was a tough one. I struggled a lot this year, and I can openly say that it took a whiiiiile for me to get back to a sense of solid ground. And let's be real: there will be ups and downs in life anyway. Hills and valleys. Light and …
necessary to say.
I saw this on Instagram and nodded my head vigorously. Dark times come, certainly, with depression. But sometimes you can be--for lack of a better term--a functioning depressive. You're living your life. You're smiling, laughing, going to events and spending time with friends. And then you come home, breathe through the minutes before bedtime while …
Corn(y) and Cheese(y)
Fun fact about This Square Peg: I'm a shameless, sincere, straight up goofball. I jazz hand, I make silly faces, I tell/laugh at dumb jokes, I opera sing in the grocery store, I dance like a weirdo. And I have no qualms about any of these things. Being serious is a thing. Being not serious …
An Autumn Path.
I'll be honest: this quote, albeit lovely, still triggered me a bit. Because I'm so tired of traveling alone. And when it comes to my favorite season, there's an unbearable aspect about it: enjoying the beauty and electricity in the air by my lonesome. I've discussed this before--that something about fall that drives the desire …
procrastination nation.
Dear Reader, I'll be moving soon. Still staying in Texas, but moving to a different city. After two years in my apartment complex, it was time for a change. After searching and perusing, I found a lovely new area that I'll share more about in a forthcoming post. But before one moves, one must pack. …
Self-Preservation or Nah?
One of my characters in one of my stories makes reference to not dousing her hope with her usual brand of doubt and cynicism. I am her and she is me. (Incidentally, one popular writer-related question I get is, "who are the people you're writing about in your fiction?" I am them, they are me. …
how English majors see the world.
Symbols. We see symbols in everything. For four years (and really, for many years before, since I was an avid reader and was already consciously and subconsciously doing this), I analyzed plot lines, characters, meanings, subtext. I did this in everything I read. I did this in art classes, in play writing classes, and most …
Lessons.
This post is inspired by a very moving and honest post on In My Sunday Best, where blogger Sade openly discusses her experience with relationship rejection. Read it and reflect; I appreciated her candor and discussing the inspiring lessons she learned about herself. As I read it, it reminded me so much of my own …
hair things.
I decided to change up the 'do again. No surprise there. As I mentioned to a friend who remarked about the merry-go-round of styles we as Black women are happy to explore, hair is one of the few things in this crazy life that I can control. (Although I've long believed that my hair, known …
the hours.
Honestly, sometimes the hardest part of my life is the inertia of the day-to-day. The routine. The same ole. When you add to all of that the desire to share my days with another person...everything is compounded. Don't get me wrong; I'm pretty sure inertia sets in with another person in the next room, too. …
This Square Peg. 