Every story I tell carries a piece of my insistence: women do not need permission...

The world is quick to tell you who you are—often before you’ve had the chance...

Love should lift, not shrink. It should feel like open air, not a locked room...

Some of us are born into one country, raised in another, and find ourselves longing...

My mother taught me to work hard, to speak up, to stand tall. She taught...

I’ve always believed words are more than just sentences on a page; they hold memories...

I have learned that “too much” is rarely about volume. It’s about comfort—specifically, someone else’s...

I was told once—in the careful voice people use when they’re wrapping criticism in silk—that...

There are truths that live quietly in our hearts—too fragile, too complicated, or too dangerous...

It is often the smallest gestures that leave the deepest marks. A quiet word of...

Pride does not always need to shout. Sometimes it glows steady, like a lamp burning...

Strength is celebrated, but it is also weaponized. The label of the “strong Black woman”...

Neutrality is often praised as wisdom, as maturity, as fairness. We’re told that staying out...

We carry different versions of ourselves like separate rooms in a house. Some are bright...

What we say, how we say it, and who we say it for—these are the...