Category: Food For Thought

24 and Single With No Desire to Mingle

Unless you are a book boyfriend from any of the books I am reading, or Manny Montana or William Levy or Sebastian Stan or Jay Ellis or any of the hot men from HBO’s “Insecure,” please do not enter my vicinity. My department is closed, this mansion is unavailable. No, sir. No, thank you. Not…

Stash Invests Creates LGBTQ+ Content On Its App, Are We Too Take All These New Found Advocates Seriously

We caught a glipse of a story about how the pandemic had affected LGBTQ+ respondents more than those who are just straight. The article then goes on the restate the same issue, poor and at risk communities have suffered more than rich white suburbans communities. Isn’t that why the majority voted for a new Commander…

Situationship #2

I’ve been trying to write something that further defines the waves of the bay. But I’m unable to make it clever, to make it mean something to the desirable and the undesirable, and get an applause. I’m too honest for my own good… I’m sitting here in the room, in front of the water, watching…

I Did It Again

I did it again. One of the things I can’t seem to forgive myself for is how easy it is for men to fall romantically out of love for me. I use to believe that I was easy to love, harder to leave. But I was lied to. The truth is harder to hear. I…

The Child in Need

I’m restless. I’m breathing. I’m crying. I’m restless. I’m breathing. I’m dying. I’m restless. Uncomfortable. I think being alone…this alone…forces me to grieve. It forces me to dive into darkness, confront the fears, the irrevocable silence. I’ve been staring at this white screen for hours, days, weeks…and I’ll begin to write something, type a letter,…

Meet TREMG Writer Charlene: “Can I Be Vulnerable to You?”

Can I be vulnerable to you? Do you know when you are beginning to lack inspiration, that suddenly you can’t help but become vulnerable within your own writing, even when you don’t want to be? It becomes inevitable almost, your fingers itching to write what needs to be written. Lately, if my readers haven’t noticed…

Missing You, Missing Us

Can we pretend for a second? Can we pretend the universe is mistaken? Can you look into my eyes and unmask the reasons for loving me? I miss your delicate whispers and compliments in my ears, the licks on my earlobes, the sighs of your love. I miss your subtle kisses through the screen, as…

A Little Letter to My Exes

Dear My Ex-Lovers, Don’t think it’s a privilege that I’ve written about you. Don’t think it’s an honor that your name casts behind the beauty of my work. You’re not allowed to take credit for my words. You’re not entitled to praise to others that you have inspired the pieces of art. Let’s not lie…

I’m Feeling The Burn(out)

I’ve been feeling in a funk lately. I’m not going to sit at my desk and lie to you that I have my life together and everything is going great. That’s not to say some things in my life recently have made me rethink that manifesting and writing my goals down does come true eventually.…

What Are You Willing to Do, My Love?

What are you willing to do? I am a kaleidoscope of colors, my love, an endless abyss of beauty that is overlooked by chips on my shoulder and open scars on my back. I am a body full of bleeding roses, thorns sharp for those who dare enter stoned gates and commit to the tide.…

Dear Mom, You Were Right

Dear Mom, I know as I’m writing this now it will be your birthday soon. Something you’ve been constantly saying for me not to forget so I don’t have plans for that night. I would never. Lately I’ve been doing this thing where I think or look back on certain times in my life. Some…

26 Lessons I’ve Learned In My Life (So Far)

I turned 26 on February 19th and although it hasn’t been long since experiencing this age, part of me is starting to understand both the gratification and scariness of getting older. It’s hard to believe I’m transitioning into my late twenties when it still feels like just yesterday I was starting high school or laughing…

Age Is Just A Number

I realize as I’m writing this that my birthday is in 3 days. In 3 days I’m going to be turning 26. A new age,a new year, another chance to experience whatever life has to throw an offer to me. If I’m being honest, I have some mixed thoughts on it. A part of me…

How To Live A More Fulfilling Life with Life Coach Rida Baksh

Rida Bakhsh is a phenomenal motivational speaker and certified life coach. Rida climbed the corporate ladder to success but still felt unfilled; like so many of us do. She found herself getting so wrapped up in her work, and being a wife and mother; she began to lose herself. After doing some committed soul searching,…

What Really Are The Best Years of Your Life?

I had this realization only a few days ago. In one month I’ll be turning 26. Now, it’s not to say I’m not excited for it. I’m blessed to be given another opportunity to be here and I don’t take that for granted. It’s funny, I used to hate growing up and getting older. But…

4 Ways To Stop Procrastinating

Sometimes we get tired. You have a had a long day and you still haven’t crossed out everything on your list. You would rather be catching up on your favorite shows. You heard Greys Anatomy and The Real Housewives of New Jersey was so juicy, the things on your list will just have to wait.…

Let’s Be Kinder To Ourselves This Year

I want to say I’m writing this in this moment right now, content and happy. But if I’m being honest, I’m feeling completely run-down and exhausted. And you know what? That’s okay. It’s okay to not always feel your best. Believe me, I have plenty of days where doing even one thing on my list…

2020 Wasn’t The Year I Wanted, It Was The Year I Needed

I woke up on New Year’s Day of this year, slightly hungover from the regretful tequila shot and in my exes bed. But even as I left in the same clothes I wore the night before I had the determination in me to make this year the best one I ever had. Well, it’s safe…

I Hope You Find Someone To Go On Long Car Rides With

I remembered to feeling of going on long car rides with my mom. It didn’t matter what time or day it was. We would start in our driveway and end at the beach. Her car trekked through all kinds of weather. A few inches of snow, puddles so big it could sink the tires. The…

Help! This Writer’s Block Must Go

I’m currently staring at this bright white screen, for almost a week now might I add, drawing a complete blank. The cursor blinks before my eyes like a ticking time bomb, and I can almost hear its screams and constant ticks, begging me to dismantle the wire and cease the time. A thousand words swim…

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