JOURNALS OF JO

Oh my God! That's freedom. I just let it be. Whatever that means to every strand of my hair. I don't wash it because it just wants to be...

We form attachments. To each other. To things. To memories. To celebrations. To funerals. People we come into contact with on a daily...

I was raised to believe that hard work, consistency, diligence, keeping my head up and down, standing for something, making a stand,...

I'm learning how to have a personal life all my own. Or one that resembles that space where I'm the center of attention. At least in my...

CHAPTER 6 Momma said: "Young ladies do not yell.” How many times as a kid, have you yelled at the top of your lungs and thought that was...

I've always said, I'm a late bloomer. My petals may look fragile, but they have withstood fire and frost, floods and earthquakes, tidal...

Along the dark path you can't see the sidewalk because the lights ain't never been working on the street. In this time of the night in...

Just before I was born my last memory was of my last breath and the excitement I felt. The anticipation of the new wonders of this new...

So I'm sitting with my fam in the cul de sac and Ron shares his four days of trauma, from watching the kids. Because his wife had to...

BE GENTLE IN YOUR JUDGMENT OF ME When you take a look at my life and you see every little minute, infinitesimal, moment of every little...