For most of my life, I mirrored my mom because that’s who I grew up around. Her mannerisms, her reactions, her strengths, her wounds… I carried all of it. And in the process of becoming who she needed me to be, I hid the parts of me that came from my dad. I don’t know if this is healing or identity or both, but lately I feel myself channeling him. The way I look off-camera when I smile. The carefree energy. The quiet confidence that shows up in my photos without me even trying. And the more I...

The music was loud, the crowd was electric, and Mya’s heart was racing with excitement. She was sitting high up on a float, waving like a...

Inspired by my “I didn’t think I could love a man I couldn’t touch” moment I never thought I could love a man I couldn’t see, No flesh,...