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Black Panther: A Reflection on Blackness and Diabetes Platforms

Two weekends ago, thousands flocked to the opening of “Black Panther”, a highly anticipated film for a multitude of reasons. The most salient of these, being its depiction of an African king as Marvel’s and cinematic screen’s first culturally-affirming black super hero. Viral videos and GoFundMe campaigns attest to ...

New Year Reflections

In this second week of 2018, I’m thankful to God for new beginnings. 2017 was a tough one. I began the year struggling to adjust to a new job and questioning if I had made the right choice. I felt miserable and overworked. By mid-year, guilt and fear crept in. Every unwise choice and regret of the last 26 years festered ...

How Perfectionism Sabotaged My Diabetes Management

Historically, when I haven’t been good at something, I’ve lost interest and soon quit. At 5, I realized I had a fear of performing on stage and (momentarily) quit dancing. At 11, I realized I was no Serena Williams and quit my local tennis league. I quit piano at the age of 12 and shortly after left a selective Catholic ...

It’s a Celebration?!

I wrote an Insta post earlier this month about quietly acknowledging my 11th year of living with diabetes. I decided not to make a big hoopla of things, as my numbers had been quite unruly lately. In fact, this season was sprinkled with some of the highest and lowest numbers of my life—a reality that brought much ...

Building My Tribe: The Power of Meet-Ups

As a young girl, church was a frequent staple in my life. During my early college years, I gravitated towards Hallelujah, a campus service rooted in the African-American worship-style tradition and the closest thing in Princeton that reminded me of home.  We’d sing the same five songs at Hallelujah, including Hezekiah ...

My Commitments: Prioritizing Self in 2017

Last December I began a new job. I was grateful for my newfound employment. The opportune timing of the offer stymied growing unrest and budding self-doubt. Still, after a day in the office, I wondered if I made the right choice. I’d only been there a week before I displayed the unsettling, yet familiar habits of ...

Diabetes and Discipline: My Daily Struggle

Now, more than ever I am desperate for deep, lasting change. After indulging in a plethora of self-help books and a season peppered with attempts at self-validation—I am tired. It is not the “pick-me up” mantras or gentle reminders of forgiveness and self-love that leave me weary, instead, it’s my own bullcrap. I’m ...