This week has been really shitty. Sorry, I mean, it has. Sunday, my car was broken into and some coward decided to steal my purse. Now, I know somebody out there is shaming me because I was dumb enough to leave my purse in the car, but it was an honest mistake, I’m human. So … Continue reading Violated.
Lately I’ve been feeling ... doubtful. Don’t get me wrong, I’m human and it’s completely natural. I can’t ever really find a specific reason as to why I feel the way I do, sometimes I find myself thinking about all of the, “what if’s,” instead of sitting back and letting God take care of it … Continue reading You’re doing amazing, sweetie.
I thank God for many blessings he has so delicately placed in my life, and today, I thank him even more for letting me see my 29th birthday. Another year of craziness, another year of change … another revolution around the sun. To say I feel blessed is an understatement, because there were so many … Continue reading Chapter 29: A journey not yet written
I wear a plethora of hats; I’m an aunt … a sister, a daughter, a babysitter, a friend, a confidant, a full-time employee … a writer, a dreamer and everything in between. At night, when I take off all those hats, I am simply, “Alana.” Sometimes, I get so caught up in taking care of … Continue reading I’m good love, enjoy.
Sometimes I struggle … not with the idea of being perfect, but wanting to make sure that everything I do is perfect. To be honest I believe that since we are our harshest critics, it’s a natural instinct that won’t seem to fade away. Instead, my focus has been to “live my best life” in … Continue reading The year of brave
I come from a big family; no family is perfect, this I know … but I have always been so grateful for the many things that I’ve learned from the people around me. I decided to start #ThankfulThursdays because 2019 is a year of making changes in my life, and spending less time worrying about … Continue reading #ThankfulThursdays
When I think about the many ups and downs I’ve encountered in my life, I think about how one thing saved my life: writing. I think back to 2009 when I lost my sister, Quetta, to cancer. I was 19 years old … she was 21. My sister was one of the most amazing people … Continue reading Sprinkles of Joy