Gurl, gurl, gurls!! This week has been all ova the place. After #ForHarriet published my rape story (#ustoo #metoo), a heavy melancholy hit for a couple of days. I was also stricken by grief upon an interaction I had with a loved one. An old friend of mine, who cut me off years ago without so much as telling me why, was all throughout my timeline due to her birthday, bringing back old anxiety and resentment. But then I got back to writing (I'm writing my stories y'all! So many! They are pouring!! and I can't keep up). I rep'd a client in family court, and advocated so passionately for her that we persuaded the court to award her way more than she anticipated, causing her to pay me the greatest compliment ever... a referral. It felt amazing to be in Brooklyn family court! I had drinks with a friend a couple of nights, talking for hours on end about books and music and growing up in Brooklyn. I spent significant time with the only man I love as much as my daddy, my big bro Amin @bigalover_ . And I got a mani-pedi, leading to this snap. God is so good. I am so full. This journey, while at times excruciatingly painful, is beautiful. I have nothing but gratitude. Thank you God for my life, my family, love, pain, laughter, sorrow, drinks and texts that ask, "when will I see you again?" One love.