WELCOME!

My life is an ode to my family. My mother called it into being when she chose my name. My first name is a "female" spelling of my maternal uncle's/godfather's middle name. My middle name is my maternal grandmother's middle name. My last name is my paternal grandmother's maiden name. Altogether, I was invited to be a trans nonbinary flower child with a passion and willingness to heal generational trauma, specifically in the maternal line.

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I think A LOT. Sometimes I even run into things, lose my place in conversation, or can't drive for days at a time because my brain won't stop. Some of the most pressing topics these days include: God, trauma, abuse, violence, love, joy, relationships, boundaries, mental health, forgiveness, religion, spirituality, art, science fiction, Octavia Butler, movies, tv, blackness, grief, queerness, transness, capitalism, citizenship status, nationhood, academia, history, mourning, faith, and "big feelings."

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I invite you to join me on this journey of introspection. Everyday, I ask for the grace to follow the call of the Spirit to live my life OutLoud. Each time life has gotten difficult, I have looked to others' stories to bring comfort. Finding nothing that looks quite like my own, I have decided to document my story. 

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*trigger warning*

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This is for all of the preacher's kids who live in abusive households. For all the young kids who were molested as children and raped as adults. For all the queer kids whose parents were too Christian to love them expansively. For all the kids who internalized their feelings and became the "good girl." For all the girls who are not-girls who don't know how to be not-a-girl. For all the ones whose runaway story looks eerily like the path to upward mobility. For all the ones who exchanged one abusive environment for another. 

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This space is for healing. I offer my vulnerability in exchange for the strength of the Divine Spirit.