BLOSSOM GRAM

Hey you, Whenever I’m asked if I have a “type,” I usually shrug and say,  not really . I’ve always liked them different — could be how she walks, how she holds her purse, how she articulates her words, how she does the simplest things with her own flair. I’ve never chased after body types or skin colors (okay, fine — younger me didn’t yet understand the  excellence  that comes with dark-skinned women). So yeah, I tend to say I don’t have a type. But I do. Funny thing is — I just realized this. So we’re discovering it together. All the women who’ve truly been my type? They’ve had one thing in common: they’ve moved on from me. Ouch, I know. It sounds tragic, maybe even a little poetic. But let me explain. See, I tend to mess up. That’s on me. I’ll own that. I’ve made poor choices, and now, I’m living with the echoes of my early twenties. I’m older now — orbiting the higher spaces of my late twenties — but I still carry the weight of that younger version of me. The one who w...

Dearest Reader, Are there days you wake up and feel as though you have no love inside of you? It's not like you don't love others or yourself, but you have no love. You see the flaws in people, then flaws in yourself and your surroundings, but have no idea about how to change it, so you sit there in silence, internalizing everything happening around you, and in you, then you move on from it. Well, moving on from it is the idea I tend to have most of the time, but I try to think happy thoughts. But today I thought to myself, have I ever explored this side of me? This unloving side, not hateful but unloving. It was a holiday, but I'm unemployed, so every day is a holiday, but today was a holiday holiday and I just sat in my house, lay in my bed, made tea, stared out the window, and now it's evening. I was just thinking and having conversations with myself about life, really. Okay, I'll give you a fast boot about what's been happening. I woke up one day and...