She Will Not Lose: The Indigo Trip

Troy University c/o 2017 The Ceremony  I walked into the arena and instantly felt the vibrations from the roars of families and supporters in the stands. "Pomp and Circumstance" echoed on each side of the gym as I followed the line of graduates to our seats. My eyes eagerly searched through the sea of signs, flowers, and cheering parents as I hoped to catch a glance of my family. I suddenly flashed back to my childhood and all of the activities my parents helped me embark in. I recall moments in my childhood where my parents’ time were taken by Corporate America or military deployments. As a child, I did not understand the toll that disappointment can have on a person. I had my mind set on dropping out for a term in order to find a balance in my life. I made that decision my last semester of college. This past semester was one of the toughest in my college career.  If it were not for the support and push from my parents there is no telling when I would...

Depths of Diaspora I am two weeks away from becoming a college graduate and this journey has taken me to heaven, hell, and back. I approached my freshman year of college with dreamy eyes and anxious ambitions of being the next former NBC host Melissa Harris Perry . I also came to Troy University with a heart that was dedicated to a high school sweetheart of two years. My relationship was over by the end of my first semester and I was completely devastated. I had new responsibilities, a new home, new people and the only familiarity that I had was with my ex back home, who was gone. Many people experience their first heartbreak in high school after being stood up at the prom, movies, etc. My first heart break took place in my shabby dorm room with a roommate whom I barely knew and was rather uncomfortable with my unorthodox relationship all together. During that breakup, I lost myself chasing unrequited love. The longer I chased, the more I began to trap myself in desperation, d...

It is hard to witness anyone, no matter if they are close to  you or a passing stranger swirling into a downward spiral.  The idea for some is like faint embers that still chokes at their memory.  I'm familiar with two types of helpers in the world. There are people in the world who helps to the point where they walk themselves into the shoes of the other person. This group of people are nurturers , their first reaction is to extend themselves in order to piece that broken individual back together. The second group helps with a long-handled spoon. These helpers are called directors .  A director will show you where you need to go to build yourself up. This group will give you all of the knowledge, resources, and experience that they have.  Both groups of people are obliging, no one’s heart is  any bigger than the other’s. Further, no one's method is better than the other is. They are both needed for certain situations. A difficult thing...

I’m sure you can recall a moment when you would walk into your living room and blurt out, “why did I come in here again?” Although it may take a few trips from room-to-room to figure out what you are missing, there is still an “oh yeah!” moment that arises. We all encounter situations that leave us questioning our initial purpose. No matter if it involves you picking another profession after college or finding another career after retirement. Marriage, parenthood, careers can have a person running in lanes that they never intended on competing in. My mother and I have a lot of things in common. For instance, we are both writers and we both grew up wanting to be Hollywood stars. As my siblings and I got older my mother became more drawn into Corporate America rather than in freelance writing. She went to college for journalism but was not able to follow through with that plan. I am now in my senior year of college and I am an aspiring writer and journalist. I bel...