He never missed leg day He carried the world with his strong legs and pension. He too held the things we carried. Letters from mom, from grandma faraway. Letters from the takers, the bills that never returned to sender like we wanted. Letters wit
Write it down. That’s where it all started for me. In 2nd grade, I typed a letter to my late great-grandmother. I put my thoughts to paper, my life as big as I believed it to be. No exceptional punctuation, no spelling, just straight feeling.
Forget cuffing, it’s cupping season… So yesterday my chiropractor told me I likely have inflammation in my fibularis brevis (fancy name for a muscle in the lower leg that supports ankle/foot stability while running). Super common in r
Coming soon😍 (emoji of a smiley face with heart shaped eyes) Oh, these timeless joy travelers 🫧 (emoji of three different sized bubbles). Image description: a book cover titled "Biggest Rainbows in the Sky"  Words by Jocelyn McQ
Motherhood is an abyss. An immeasurable path. Versed and unversed. Calm and chaos. It’s complex. Imagine the sights and sounds of this ever-shifting place. Expansive states of: ◾ Joy ◾ Mother wounds ◾ Infertility ◾ Grief and loss ◾ Ego Death
THIRD ONE Hit a personal record (PR) by 4 minutes and 21 seconds since my last half marathon (13.1 miles) 🙌🏽🥳🔥 Some thoughts/observations while I ran unplugged: The YOU GOT THIS text from a bestie. The Black man with the "Black men run
WHITNEY ❤️❤️❤️ I hope life treats you kind And I hope you have all you've dreamed of And I wish you joy and happiness But above all this, I wish you love And I will always love you I will always love you I will always love you I will always love yo

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