Life Notes

                                 No More Sides: Comfortable in my Own Skin Before I dive into this blog, I have to apologize for the time period between my last post and this one. School's just killing me this semester, and I had to make sure I focused on doing well to get my life back on track. This post is very transparent and personal, and as I get my thoughts onto paper, I hve to say this will be my hardest one so far.  This post has been through 3 years of hard research and hard talks with wise people, 20 years of life experience as a young black man and as a Christian. The three photos are of some of the more important people in my life. My best friend, whom I've known forever, my adoptive family, and some of my biological relatives who I met a couple of years ago. These people have helped me in my journey the most, to becoming who I am today, and making it oka...

Mother of all Days  Welcome back to another day of LifeNotes, if you haven't read my intro blog to it all, please do!! Now, I hope everyone is enjoying their Mother's Day. But before I get into it, I would like to shoutout all the mothers in the world, whether your a current one or future one, thank you guys because the world truly would be a different place without you guys. Mother's Day is a beautiful holiday, where we celebrate the hard work and dedication that our moms give to their families and their children. Mother's Day is also one of the hardest days for me personally, and I will get into it later. But walking into church, seeing the joy on some mothers faces when they hug their children at the end of service, and the constant love that they continue to pour onto their children truly puts a smile on my face, and churns up some memories as well. As you probably can tell, I am adopted, so the idea of mother and fatherhood is a very difficult d...

Quiet Soul  I'm not much of a talker, I guess you can consider me a quiet person, sometimes stretches that borderline mute. It's not that I can't talk, honestly I just choose not to. For the longest time I would be very reluctant to read my stories and poems whenever I had an English or Language Arts class. Growing up I had aspergers, which is a social and mental condition that also made me have speech disorders and delays. I would feel embarrassed as I constantly fumbled up words and switched up sentences, clearly knowing what I was talking about. Whether I did either or, or both errors, I would be ashamed and then my classmates would then make fun of me, making faces and jokes and my teacher would cringe. Angry and hurt, those feelings would cause me to become quiet, burying those thoughts and feelings into my heart, and eventually, into my soul. Whenever there was a "popcorn" situation,  I would quickly say my sentence and popcorn to another clas...