I am reading I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou, it is the scene near the end of the book where
“Foko el fak, relax your eyebrows,” Salma utters from my laptop screen as I try in vain to keep another sweaty grunt in, swear
Lately I’ve been asked to check in with my body a lot. The body doesn’t lie, The body keeps the score, it’s all in
It’s 2016 and I’m working at RiseUp Summit heading the Content department (which largely consists of speaker acquisition). My then co-worker—now best friend—and I
I still remember it clearly, that time in my life where I was driven by anger. I remember the fiery feeling of something sloshing
“If you don’t do it you might regret it” said the heart. “But you might get hurt” spoke the brain. “We think you should

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