Creative

This is where I play, reflect, remember, and reclaim.

Before I was a strategist, a leader, or anyone with a title, I was a kid with ideas and space to explore.

I made things. I told stories. I imagined whole worlds.

And then — like so many of us — I got pulled into the grind. The ladder. The dream they sell you that often costs you your imagination.

This space is my return.
To joy. To art. To expression that doesn’t have to justify itself to be worthy.

Creativity matters — not because it’s productive, but because it reconnects us.
To our inner world. To memory. To possibility.
It reminds us we’re not just here to survive systems. We’re here to create something beyond them.

Here you’ll find fiction, poetry, essays, and photography — reflections of my voice across seasons. I’m also sharing chapters from my novel-in-progress: The Black Girl’s Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse — a reclamation in its own right.

Some pieces are raw. Some are playful. Some are unfinished.
All of them are true.

You’re invited to browse, linger, laugh, cry, wander.
This isn’t a portfolio. It’s an archive of becoming.