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We Are Moving!


Thank you. 


This blog has served as a safe space; connecting me to readers all over the world for us since 2019. For that I am truly grateful. 

I was first encouraged to start this blog by a friend who felt that that I had a lot to say. (It turned out she was right. Thank you, Lisa. )

This space has helped me to find my voice and my niche. It has been a blessing to witness to my evolution on here as well as learning the cathartic power of community. 

It has been quite the journey. Thank you for walking with me. You have seen me through good times and hard times. You have witnessed the publication of two poetry collections. You have read about my heartbreaks, my life's work, my struggles and much more. 

I am moving to Substack and I would love if you would come along. 

If you wish to continue this journey with me, please use the link below. 

Don't forget to hit the subscribe button so you can be the first to read future posts. 

Once again, thank you for journeying with me. 


Bye for now. 

 


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