Whenever My Environment Had Failed To Support Or Nourish Me, I Had Clutched At Books.

“Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.”

— Black Boy, Richard Wright (b. 4 September 1908)

No one cares until you're rich, pretty or Dead.

No one will ever fully be able to understand the internal battles you had to endure just to heal, just to grow, just to make it here today. Be proud of the way you fought to save yourself. Be proud of the way you survived.

Bianca Sparacino

take a break while watching this little bunny cross your dash

September 8 , 2024

My mother's gifts of courage to me were both large and small. The latter are woven so subtly into the fabric of my psyche that I can hardly distinguish where she stops and I begin.

Maya Angelou, Mom & Me & Mom

September 2, 2024

At the day's quiet end, When the sky blushes with gold, She gathers the sunset in her hands, Holding its warmth like a secret, A light that fades but never truly leaves, Lingering in the twilight of memory.