I grew up differently than today’s kids. We were latch key kids. My older sister used to get off the school bus and walk to my school. She would get on an elevator-go to the top floor and pick me up. We’d head down the elevator together hand in hand and walk home. Sometimes we […]Read more "The World of Cassette Tapes, Cabbage Patch Kids and Crack Vials: I’m an 80’s Baby!"
Aside from wanting to practice meditation more, I want to be more mindful of my every waking moment. I have found myself bubbling over with anger at what I perceive as a great injustice. (In reality, most injustices are not worth an iota of my time-but in the moment: I am ready to ponce). […]Read more "Old Miserable Jamaican Lady Syndrome"
I woke up happy today. I thought of yesterday’s unseasonably warm weather and hoped for the same sunshine and warm breeze today. While driving in the early morning -I did a quick mental note of what needed to be done today with my students. _________ met her goal yesterday and the new student showed progress […]Read more "We Have To Do Better"
The recent #tenyearchallenge had a lot of people posting old and new pictures-it was fun to see how some of us have stayed the same and others have changed dramatically. I, being an active participant in social media trends, quickly looked up some pictures to use. I decided early on I wanted to include my […]Read more "“You’re Pretty, For A Dark Skinned Girl”"
Finding myself on the other side of two mental breakdowns over the course of two consecutive years changed me. There’s pre breakdown Anika and post breakdown Anika. A close friend told me after my first hospitalization that there’s no way you’re the same after experiencing what you’ve experienced. She was right. I’m not the same-I […]Read more "On The Other Side…"