Healing in Action: Father-Sized L’s, Part 2

I’m grateful that I responded and didn’t react. That’s growth. For the first time in my life, I didn’t respond in anger. I listened. I listened to my father say these things about me, and I was able to come to peace with the fact that I am finally choosing myself. If my father wishes to be stuck in his ways, so be it. I don’t need to be present in his life to continue witnessing his self-destruction and willingness to make everyone else miserable. There’s no peace in that relationship.

I Was Schooled in L’s

“Hey Mohammed,” I said, entering the deli. At this point of life, could Mohammed be my next husband? He already knew my needs better than anyone else did. I talked more to Mohammed than I did anyone else following the deaths of Bradley and my grandmother. “Jamila, beautiful! You want me to get your icedContinue reading “I Was Schooled in L’s”

That Layover L Story

Osiris. I can write novels about him. How we were children kissing in the back of the coat racks. The awkward teen years where we were too cool for each other. The reunion in 2018. The separation in 2019. The time in between. The moments after.  But for now, I’ll talk about my layover inContinue reading “That Layover L Story”

That International L Story.

The night I met him, I wasn’t at my best.  I was sending out my thirst traps to any and everyone I wanted to render a message back. “You know better than to send that to my IG. Unsend it, and text it to me.” “Delete me then.” “Ok.” D’Angelo loved an image. I rolledContinue reading “That International L Story.”