Hello, my name is Karen and I suffer from imposter syndrome. Most days, I don't feel like part of the black community.
My shoes squeaked on the cold, gleaming floors. The bell rung, rattling my confidence. Why on earth am I here? I clutched the strap of my backpack and took a deep breath. I had been ripped from my home of ten years, and transplated in a whole new town with no friends, two days before I… Continue reading Truth #11: Puzzle pieces are Awesome!
After reading Outcasts last week, something from one character (Omar) struck me. He caught himself lying in his head. You know what I'm talking about: "I'm worthless." "I can't do anything right." "I have no gifts." I do it all. the. time. I go to this dark corner, in the cell of my own making,… Continue reading Truth #10: We lie to ourselves
Hey all... I'm participating in Nanowrimo this month. Furiously writing... (can I count blog posts toward my word count...hmmmm....) 50,000 words due by the end of November. Please cheer me on. 🙂 I promise I will be back next week to give you an update on how my wordcount is going. If you are doing… Continue reading Truth #9: November can be a brutal month. 😉
I snuck up the stairs, careful to avoid the third step which was squeaky. Closing my bedroom door behind me, I glanced at my alarm clock: 3:00 am. On a school night...I don't know why I bothered being careful.My parents loved me, and I know that. But there were no rules in my house when… Continue reading Truth #8: Rules = Love
It was always in my head. When I lay on my bed late at night. When I hung out on the playground...alone. When I did my math homework. "One Tin Soldier" was my theme song. ...they taught it to us in school... ... ... ... yes, it's a really old song.... (pfft, why people always… Continue reading Truth #7: (Almost) Everyone has a Theme Song
It was the ugliest thing. Ever. And itchy! I'm sure my grandmother meant well when she made the sweater. But there was no way I'd wear it in front of my friends. Ever. The garish pink and turquoise ribbons guaranteed that. And there was lace... Ever. Still, my mother wanted me to say thank you.… Continue reading Truth #6: Be Thankful!