Flipskript Ink

Five months... This was the last time that I was on here posting about anything that popped into my face. That wasn't supposed to happen, but life is full of surprises, right? Speaking of surprises, I found myself in the middle of a harsh reality a few months back and it wasn't until recently that I've been thinking about speaking about. Now and then, I find myself asking these self-examining questions... Was it denial? Why didn't I say anything earlier? How did I overcome this stumbling obstacle? Where do I begin? When did it get out of hand? Who did this person think they were? I found myself drowning in a pool of harassment and bullying in the workplace. Like really? I graduated high school almost ten years ago. Are you Cher? You wanna turn back time? I kept thinking about how to deal with the situation and make this person feel exactly the way they made me feel. The blunt truth? A paraplegic could run screaming for the hills. That's how m

As I sit here in the public library listening to the lyrics, "He will make you firm, He will make you strong," I can't help but feeling weak. Maya Angelou died earlier today and I have been feeling sad for most of the day. The entertainment world and writers alike are no doubt grieving the loss of this beautiful, hard-working essayist. My heartfelt apologies and prayers go out to her family members, close friends, and all who appreciate the gifts she shared and left in this world. I feel like I'm taking this a little harder because of the constant losses I have dealt with recently. My grandmother, cousin, uncle, and spiritual brothers fell asleep in death in these past two months. In the words of Jimi Hendrix, "manic depression has captured my soul." Because of sin's inception from our first parents, death continues to be a hard pill to swallow and no one is safe from it. The fountain of youth, the youth elixir, and whatnot can not prevent death. We

I have had to accept some hard truths in my life lately. Some of them are easy, others...not so much. I've been dealing with some financial hardships, but I still manage to get the necessities paid off. I used to sit and be depressed about how much money I didn't have and calling myself poor, but I'm starting to get tired of that. I've decided to change the meaning for myself. I want to Provide the Oppressed some Optimistic Richness and focus less on that mean green, which is the root of all evil. After watching a video on jw.org about how young people  perceive money, I was super impressed about how they understood how to keep it in its place. After working in a bank for three years, I have a balanced appreciation and a mild grievance towards money. I appreciate my customers sharing their stories and lessons on why they save and how they did it. It's so hard nowadays when the cost of living is going up and our income isn't. I mean, I heard my mother and a cou

Last month, one of my great friends and I had the pleasure of attending the Empowerment Through Beauty Expo 2014: A Celebration of Beauty in Trumbull CT. Empowerment Through Beauty, Inc was founded by Tanisha Akinloye. As an owner of an upscale hair salon, she observed life changes in her clientele after clipping and styling their hair and listening to their life stories. Combining the positive life changes she has witnessed with her ten years of experience in the beauty industry, she was moved to spread her message of confidence and beauty (inner and outer) through her movement. Since the inception of the organization in 2010, ETB has served seven counties in Connecticut and hosted a variety of events. Once of those events, the ETB Expo 2014 was a great way for women all over CT to start the year off. At the expo, vendors strategically placed left and right had a similar goal, to impact someone's life. After mingling with attendees, visiting old friends, and a small soul train

Earlier today, I just got into my car and drove about an hour to Pine Bush. I enjoyed getting lost along the way. I wasn't scared. I wasn't nervous. I got a chance to talk to God and myself. It was fun. While cruising on the thruway and backroads, I remember almost ten years ago when I passed my road test. I called my mom with an innocent chilling voice, asking her, "mommy, if you fail your road test, do you get a refund?" Bewildered with disappointing sadness, she responded, "no sweety." I took a deep breath and responded, "Well, it's a good thing I passed then, huh?!" Happily, we both exploded with laughter. She was proud of me for crossing over the pre-adult rite of passage. Though I wasn't allowed to have a car until after I graduated high school, I didn't care. I was just content with having my license before that time came. She wanted to drive around with me and show me the roads. I was already driving up and down Colonie and