She Called Me “Petty.”

Hey Vulnerabites…. Let me begin with my reverse Beyonce lyrics… “I AM Sorry!” I’m sorry because I was considering hanging an “OUT OF ORDER” sign over our “Naked Space.” In light of that, I want to thank my dear friend Ms.McCullough for calling me “petty” two days ago.#RollingMyEyes. Snuggle up My Vulnerabites, we are going…

I Regret it. So, Now I’m #TMC.

Alright Vulnera-bites… Here I am… I’ve been avoiding having to share this page in my life, but every time I think of writing— it’s the only thing that comes to mind. So here goes… Let’s Connect on Instagram , Twitter and Facebook Her email came with a big “REJECTED” stamp across the screen. Ok, not really… but…

I don’t want to be anonymous.

“When I look at you, I don’t see your color,” my supervisor said  to me. “Wait what? That’s not a compliment.” I responded. “Not seeing my color doesn’t disqualify you from being racist… Being able to see my color and not treating me any differently because of it, is what disqualifies you.” When I started this…