Hello, hello, hello. I know it has been a long time. I have sat down so many times to write. I have several posts sitting in draft. I would write something fun and light and then feel guilty because of the state of the world. Then I would write something a little more aimed towards what was happening in my world and I felt angry. I would then write about something broad and not too heavy, not too light but wasn't polarizing or me getting on a soapbox about anything, you guessed it I felt some sort of way. One day I will post the ones that are sitting in the draft folder but not today. Today I would like to talk about identity. For the first maybe 20 years of my life I was known as either, Sybil or Nicki. That was terrific. I was my own person, I was called by my name. Of course the irony of those days of my life is that I had no idea who I was aside from being my parents kid, a student, a little girl. My inner self was no...
Keep It Sybil is the life and times of a 40 something young, mother, hip hop lover and so many other descriptions I may love and hate simultaneously, at times.