November Blogtember

Every year, I attempt to blog for an entire month. I always fail, but to honor the process. Blogtember STRIKES AGAIN!

  1. How do you remember and honor loved ones who have passed?
  2. When did you first know you were truly loved?
  3. Sandwich Day! Share your best sandwich recipe.
  4. Was there a time you wanted (or needed) to say something but kept quiet?
  5. Current Album Rotation
  6. Creative Writing: Imagine you are lost on a deserted island, or in an unexplored forest. What would you see and do?
  7. What are you #SorryNotSorry about today?
  8. Do you feel like you belong in your generation, or do you have an old soul?
  9. What is the best book you have read lately?
  10. What does it mean to live boldly?
  11. Write an open letter to your future self.

  12. What does a regular workday look like in your world?
  13. Favorite place to road trip
  14. Do you look for the best in a situation or prepare for the worst?
  15. Share your favorite recipe that includes chocolate.
  16. Why do you blog?
  17. What scares you the most?
  18. Are you a runner? How does running (or your preferred exercise) feed your soul?
  19. Do you wonder when you go shopping, or are you focused on a prepared list?
  20. Turkey. Dressing. Cranberry Sauce. Pumpkin Pie. What does Thanksgiving dinner look like at your house?
  21. Have you ever changed your name?
  22. Thanksgiving. What are you most thankful for?
  23. Black Friday. Are you going out to shop, or are you staying at home with a good book and plate full of left-overs?
  24. Do you decorate for Christmas?
  25. Make us smile.
  26. Write a poem. Or tell us about your favorite poem.
  27. Tell us about a blog post you didn’t publish.
  28. What’s your Meyers-Briggs or Enneagram?
  29. Share a great drink recipe.
  30. What are you looking forward to in December?

November 13

Favorite place to road trip

Waco, TX. Saturday, I completed my fifth trip to Waco, but my third this year. It makes no sense at all. Texas is home to some large and gorgeous cities, the Hill Country, lovely beaches, and some wonderful small towns, but there are none that I love as much as Waco.

My Airbnb from my 02/18 trip

Interestingly, the Magnolia Silos that typically attract most people to the city has never compelled me. No disrespect to Joanna and Chip, but I’ve never seen an episode of Fixer Upper. I don’t have cable so I don’t plan on watching on either. Houston has the best food, I have ever eaten in life. Waco is home to a series of chain restaurants, but even their local food is not out of the park amazing. If you asked me what draws me to Waco as a city, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I can tell you about everything I have come to love when I go.

The first time, I went to Waco, I had the luxury of being escorted by a local.

The Alico at night.

Who as we pulled off of the I-35 began to tell me stories of his time as a child in Waco and all the mischief he and his friends created: setting forests on fire, the time the FBI came to his school and carving a styrofoam boat to shoot the Bosque River and ending up two miles away from his home. Nostalgia is contagious; I caught it. The life he described was something like the Hardy Boys, and I was mesmerized that what felt like fiction was actualized in the life of a man. As the afternoon progressed, I went to lunch at Kitok and met his parents. I don’t remember the food or the conversation. I remember two things. Being nervous as hell and his mom interjecting everytime someone her children had grown up with came into the restaurant. It was different from my upbringing. There are not many any people I have grown up with that I am still in contact with currently. I remember telling him on the drive back how much of a luxury it was that he had friends from childhood. He then offered some bullshit theory about female friendships that I was too feminist to ascribe too…cough, cough mansplaining.

The second time, I went was in March of 2017. I went with my friend Christeen to visit my friend Priscilla who went to Baylor at the time.

Irish Coffee at Dichotomy

Most of the time, there I had my friend on the other line instructing us on where to go and what to do. He led me to two places, I have grown to love intensely. I will only share one of them right now. Dichotomy is my ideal coffee shop for a number of reasons. (1) It is good coffee. (2) It is good mixed drinks where the bartenders have ownership over their craft. (3) The aesthetics are good for socializing or studying. (4) They have a covered rooftop. (5) Parking is easy. Transparently, they may be my favorite coffee place in America…and I have been to Portland. I do like pretty subpar coffee though. I like a light roast that’s not going to put hair on my chest. I love going into a coffee shop and having the opportunity to be completely anonymous or known. Dichotomy is the exception to the “Waco has bad food” rule.

The three times, I have gone in 2018 have all been for concerts. Baylor University is a private Christian university which makes Waco a college town in my head. In walking distance from the campus is Common Grounds.

King’s Kaleidoscope
Penny & Sparrow

A coffee shop, but more importantly a concert venue that attracts eclectic, obscure, and often minimally recognized musicians and artists who deal with Christian themes (implicitly or explicitly). It has been life-giving. It’s not even that the artists don’t come to Houston. For King Kaleidoscope and Propaganda both came to Houston, but the appeal of seeing them at Common Grounds was greater. The way they interact with the crowd is just different. It’s personal. I get to see them as people who generate art, not artists. I look forward to potentially seeing Gungor, The Brilliance, and Propaganda there next year. As I think more about it, the value for me in Common Grounds is that they continually bring artists that have created music or poetry that has resonated with me. How could I stay away?

What I have learned to love in my most recent trip to Waco is that it is the perfect place for me to escape and return to just being human. Fighting to exist in a big city makes me feel so small in all the ways that breed insecurity, doubt, and fear. I am entirely inadequate. When I spend the night in Waco it’s done away from the downtown area.

The beautiful dog from the farm I stayed at in Waco

When I look outside, I am greeted by an array of stars hidden by city lights attempting to steal their grandeur. I feel small in all the best ways. My humanity restored to it’s incandescent and opalescent splendor in all the ways that make me feel hopeful and filled with wonder. The way children feel when overtaken by natural beauty.

Waco highlights every country song authored about the Texas sky. I have never attempted to capture the sunrise, sunset, or starscape. It feels rude to take candids of nature exposing herself to you. When something bares itself to you, appreciate it. Marvel at the complexity and the simplicity. Take it all in and create a memory.

My view from my Tiny House 11/18

Don’t preemptively seize the moment, by taking a photo. You lose so much and remember less. This includes people who bare themselves emotionally or physically to you.

My last trip to Waco, I spent a significant amount of time in Cameron Park. Which was the second place, I was led to by my friend. Cameron Park is the 2nd largest park in the nation, only trailing behind Central Park in New York. When you drive through Cameron Park it is surreal. It is as if you are a romantic in a car commercial, with winding hills and overarching trees inviting you to steal a lovers kiss. I’m still waiting to have mine stolen…I digress.

Friday, I drove to Cameron Park and stood at Lover’s Leap. In a moment of true escape, I put my emotional guard down and just allowed myself to feel small in all the ways, I wish I had the luxury to be in daily life: weak, vulnerable, scared, tired, but cared for. I let the cool air whip my tears away into the Bosque River, trusting not one lament was wasted. Pluto played in the background recounting the heaviness that I have felt and may continually feel.

I’ve been worried all my life
A nervous wreck most of the time
I’ve always been afraid of heights
Of falling backward, falling backward
I’ve been worried all my life
Until one day I had enough
Of this exercise of trust
I leaned in and let it hurt
Let my body feel the dirt
When I break pattern, I break ground
I rebuild when I break down
I wake up more awake than I’ve ever been before
Still, I’m pinned under the weight
Of what I believed would keep me safe
So show me where my armor ends
Show me where my skin begins
Like a final puzzle piece
It all makes perfect sense to me…
The heaviness that I hold in my heart belongs to gravity
The heaviness that I hold in my heart’s been crushing me

I wept for twenty minutes. It felt so freeing to be weak, even if was in solitude. Nudity is precious even where there is no one to look on. I hope for more of those moments in Waco. I am grateful for the opportunity to have them.

Well, I guess I told you what draws me to Waco.

Looking out from Circle Point at Cameron Park


November 11

Write an open letter to your future self.

Dear Tosin,

Your life has been a whirlwind. Everything in you in this particular moment in history is ready to leave your job, your friends, and yourself behind. STAY. Stay put. I cannot make the promise that the eternal raincloud over your life will go away, but I can tell you not to run away from it. Rainy days are your favorite anyway. Rain washes things away and helps plants grow. Tosin, you need a lot of water if you are going to grow. You’re bamboo, not a cactus. God has not abandoned you; He never does. So stop avoiding Him.

You are more than a year removed from October 5th. I am interested to see how you’re doing. We both know that you will always love deeply, but will you have had moved forward. Will he have. I hope the answer for both of you is yes. If there are kids do your best not to cry about it, but to rejoice privately. Children are always a gift. Continue praying for a changed heart in all three of you when envy or sorrow or love enters your mind. Stop leaving hints. Stop expecting ones in return. Discontentment will steal the joy that surrounds you. Don’t give it the victory.

Continue with Weight Watchers. If you have fallen off the wagon get back up again. You don’t have to be this size forever. Out of love for God and your body continue to pursue health. Continue to let people in. Continue to remain grounded in real hope.

I have no more words for you, but I hope you remember to read me in a years time. I hope searching for a home is going well.



November 10

What does it mean to live boldly?

If you know me from work or school you would probably peg me as a shock-jockey. The nonsense that comes out of my mouth at times is appalling. However, I don’t think that it takes a lick of boldness to say what’s on your mind about something or someone else. In this season, boldness focuses on truthfulness with oneself and being open to share appropriately with others.

When I think of boldness, I feel like boldness is the ability to love (God, others, self) in truth and depth and humility. Being a shock-jockey can be the greatest sign of cowardice. I think it is easy to paint oneself the hero. Constantly, rising above your situations, defying authority, prevailing against the system or machine, and doing it all with a level of sass to hide your frailty. Everyone on Instagram or Facebook reading my blog and knowing my humanness so they can bow in splendor and awe of me. That takes little boldness at times. Painting an illusion of vulnerability or strength is not bold.

Sigh. Y’all, I don’t know what boldness is. It is a virtue, I would like to embody at times. So, is humility, but I am not knocking that one out of the park either.

Readers, what does it mean for you to live boldly?


November 9

What is the best book you have read lately?

Hands down Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry. During Fall 2017, the book was referenced in a book I had to read for seminary called Washed and Waiting by Wesley Hill. Hill’s book was a living memoir of a man with same-sex attraction who chose due to his faith not to act on them. It was a moving book. I cried and empathized with him. I don’t struggle with same-sex attraction as an adult, but he discussed the loneliness he pervasively feels. I dug it. He mentioned the novel, Jayber Crow. It is about a minister turned barber who loves a married woman and chooses to honor her by loving her respectfully and at a distance above pining after her.

It should be recommended reading for all people in their 20’s. It is a book about love deeper than romance. I desire deep love. Jayber Crow is a novel about love deeper than romance. It highlights the wonder of male friendship that is beyond lost in 2018. It gives fantastic insight on how to include your single friends into your familial life. It displays the loneliness of the holidays for single people, but also the loneliness of a Tuesday. The characters are so human and so dense, that my heart doesn’t know if it’s to warm itself or break. I have recommended the book to many and given it to one. The story is redemptive.

I finished reading this book when I was on vacation in July and wept. They were tears of sorrow and joy because it felt like Berry was telling parts of my story. I don’t know if I will be a Jayber to my friends, but damn, I sure hope to live like him.

November 8

Do you feel like you belong in your generation, or do you have an old soul?

I belong in this generation. People jokingly at times ask the question, if you could live in any other decade what would you choose. I always say this one. If I have to be a black woman in another decade, I don’t want to be, at least not in America. There are evils everywhere, but I know I would not have survived slavery or the era of segregation. If I wasn’t pinpointed for some hate crime, I would have psychologically broken down watching people who looked like me lynched, beaten, crucified, burned, assaulted, raped and dismembered for sport. Segregation only legally ended 54 years ago. There are a still two generations of people in the United States who can remember it’s evils.

I belong in this time because I would be fearful of living at any other one…shit I’m fearful living in this one.

My soul is old. My heart is kind. My life is rough.

Yes to both. The end.