Support for where you are.
Guidance for where you're going.

Never forget when they had a choice, and it was "f#ck you." It doesn't matter if they said those words or not, that intention is there. Yeah, you bent over backwards, time after time. Hell, they needed you more than you need them. Yet, when you needed them, they conveniently forgot... or got busy ...or whatever. Until they need something else from you again. What's that line Akira keeps throwing at us, "stop bending over backwards for people that won't even stand up for yo

Every time my mind wanders to the stack of utility bills that look like mortgage, or the kids ask me for yet another thing, including dinner... I find myself asking the hard questions. Questions like: Why did I let guidance counselors ruin my life? Back in 1999, high school teachers hammered a singular, soul-crushing narrative into my brain: go to college, get a degree, secure a steady 9-5, and climb the corporate ladder. I followed the rules. I bought ALL the sensible blazer

Let’s start with a quick confession: I am writing this while sipping a venti Strawberry Acai Refresher from Starbucks that my current bank balance had absolute zero business approving. Mathematically, logically, and fiscally, buying said refresher or even a venti Caramel Ribbon Crunch (line the cup with caramel, please) when your bank account is holding on by a single paperclip is a direct act of financial sabotage. I know the math. I’ve read the personal finance articles wri

Look, in the immortal, sacred, unfiltered words of Ms. Erykah Badu: I’m sensitive about my shit! And I mean deeply sensitive...like cuss you clean OUT... type of sensitive. Because every single time I hit publish on these think pieces, I am not just putting words on a screen—I am opening up my spirit, packaging up my thoughts, and serving y’all a whole gourmet, five-course meal of my mind. This is my art. This is my soul. This is literally me giving y’all a piece of ME! EA