Entrepreneurship and Berlin

Dear Fam, Because I fail at contact across time zones, I want to write this one for all of you around the world who are wondering what’s going on. So, for those of you I would otherwise be calling at 2am (you’re welcome), here’s the update! It’s been about 7 weeks since I landed in…

To Jackie, John, Sarah, and Desireé

To my siblings Jackie, John, Sarah, and Desiree – I love you so much, this is for you. For all the pain I couldn’t take away For all the hard days no one else could see Because I know too many times love has looked a lot like pain I beg believe There is always…

3 Ways Art Saved My Life

  From the very first day I searched for freedom from my pain, art has been my salvation – it saved me. I can’t imagine my life without it. Who I’d be, what life would be like now. So in honor of that journey and for anyone out there looking for solace and understanding, looking…

Catching up on Recovery

Hey Everyone, I know it’s been over a month since my last post. Not because I haven’t been working on anything, but because I’ve only recently written my way to love. I won’t post something unless I love it, and finally I do. So over the next few weeks I’ll be sharing a few new…

Matatu ni Matata – The Terrible Matatus

You may not know it, but I spent three glorious months in this beautiful country last summer. Like a child first understanding the world, these were among my first words. Somehow, they just made sense – they just fit. Find yourself in Nairobi and you’ll know exactly what I mean. Nothing describes the matatu experience…

Come Here, I Tell You

Kuja nikuambie – come here, I tell you. I’m sure it’s not intended this way, but I find great humility in this simple phrase. Probably because I so often find that listening is essential to learning about a place or a people, and understanding who people are is so important to creating any sort of…

My Journey to Art & Peace

Finding Art & Peace I believe art has the power to save people. I believe this because it saved me. I am an artist. I am a poet. I am a peacebuilder. I am recovering. Funny enough, art was not always something I believed in. At least not this strongly. I was a musician in…

When Purpose Finds You

I was standing in the visa line at Kenyatta National Airport, when I had one of the strangest experiences of my life. Waiting on the threshold of what I’ve really started to feel is my love and my purpose, I had the peculiar experience of feeling like I was leaving and coming home at the…

Whole

I’m tired of having ammo for my poetry Tired of melting down flesh laden bullets to make beautiful words My wounds are my ink I use them for writing But I wouldn’t be heartbroken if suddenly I was too whole to write about broken things

Peace, Art, and Purpose

It’s hard to believe as this incredible part of my life ends and the next begins how very far I’ve come. Just two years ago, I was returning from a very weary stint abroad in Liberia praying I would find my way, that there even was a way. Now, two years later, I’ve graduated from one…

Trauma, Anxiety, and Other Broken Things

The last couple of weeks I’ve been writing about the really difficult issue of depression and suicide. It’s a serious subject and one I’m going to be going back to, but I want to transition this week to thinking about trauma. Trauma can cause so many other issues – depression being only one. It can…

Sadness v. Depression

What is the difference between sadness and depression? An important question this video explores!