On Valentine’s Day, the commercialization of love expressions often gets lost in the authenticity of love embodied.

He was a fairytale in my mind for a very long time. I had woken up from a dream of his smile. One I will never forget. 

It’s a hard pill to swallow when you realize you are the reason for your own heartbreak.

Nestled in the depths of our soul, underneath the debris of society, love awaits our discovery. Despite what they tell us, love can't be bought. It has yet to be featured in an ad or streamed online for our view.

For the girlfriend who bought the concert tickets before I sent the money because we have to see Usher. And we have to see him together. Because the nostalgia ain't the same unless you're singing with your oldest girlfriends. Because "I can't come" isn't an option.

What's it like to love yourself after the fire? To fully know the smell of soot on your new, smoking skin? I sit with my therapist, who just asked how I feel now that the hardest parts are over.

If I was a Goddess, I would be the Goddess of love.

Last year was life-changing for me. On the one hand, my husband and I were blessed to celebrate our first anniversary as well as become first-time parents. On the other hand, I lost my mother.