When I think about my miscarriage, I think about more than the loss itself. I think about the conversations we don’t have, the experiences we keep to ourselves, and the lessons we inherit about what should remain unspoken. As a Black woman raised in a Liberian household, I grew up understanding that some things were kept within the family. Difficult experiences weren’t always openly discussed, and sometimes the expectation was to move forward without making too much space for

Relationships are hard. But no one really prepares you for how hard it can be to navigate friendship as an adult. We talk so much about romantic relationships—the breakups, the red flags, the communication, the boundaries, the growing pains. But what about friendships? What happens when the people you thought would be in your life forever start to feel like people you no longer recognize? Recently, I was talking with a friend I’ve known since middle school, and somehow, the c

Coming Back, Softer There’s a version of leadership that looks like never stopping. Showing up to every event, answering every message, holding space for everyone else—even when you’re running on empty. For a long time, that was the version I lived. This year, I lost someone. It happened suddenly and somehow, slowly, at the same time. And with that loss came a grief I wasn’t fully prepared for—not just grief for the person, but grief for expectations I’d held onto and for exp

Is it me or did this year feel like we stumbled into it? You didn’t collect $200.00, you didn’t pass go you simply were like “oh, here we...