It would be incredibly ungrateful of me to act as if I haven’t been extremely blessed over the past three months. The type of things that I’ve been able to do could have only been orchestrated by God. I had completed my undergraduate wish list and done everything I wanted to do in college. I… Read More Me, Myself and Post-Grad Growing Pains
What a time; what a year. It started with a bold goal in the MeditatedMelanin Team GroupMe about three months ago. After daydreaming about the future and what to do next, I told the team that I wanted one thing: “I think we can get, like, 80 people to the Blogsversary this year.” I thought I… Read More M^2: The Second Annual Blogaversary
I’m sitting on my couch right now blasting Yo Gotti in my ears. It’s early enough in the morning for me to write this, but late enough for it to be inconsiderate to call someone and ask if I should. It’s the perfect time for this, actually; I get to write and reflect without feeling… Read More As We Proceed: Happy 2 Years!
Monday 1/11 The only emotions I know how to express are anger and joy. Today, I am angry. And I am expressing it on this wack ass piece of paper only, and simply only, because I don’t want to hear anything from Dr. Julie about me not doing it. SO WHEN YOU READ THIS DR.… Read More Dear Dr. Julie
I have this huge, overwhelming fear of having my feelings hurt. In my version and world of anxiety, the thought of me opening the door to hurt, disappointment and rejection is so heavy that I often don’t do it at all. I could be rightfully upset with you and will hold back on it for… Read More Swang and Connect.
If you asked anyone what Nadia Iman Jones-Fundman’s biggest flaw was, they would tell you it was her inability to take no for an answer. When she tried out for cheerleading in college, she didn’t make the team. So she took it upon herself to follow the head coach around the school whispering cheers she… Read More Chapter 3: Nadia
Mark loved routines. He loved knowing that when he woke up in the morning, he would run his shower water, play one of his favorite songs, brush his teeth and look over at his wife watching him with joy. He knew that his clothes would be ironed and left out on the dresser, that by… Read More Chapter 2: Mark