I’m Ifie Natasha Brandon — an author, poet, & creativangelist somewhere between Lauryn Hill, Nola Darling, & Jesus Christ.
Getting older is scary. Not because we’re closer to old age, but because the weight of responsibilities that sit on our shoulders seem to get heavier and heavier with each year. At least that’s how I felt. I felt like getting older meant you needed to know more, be better, do better, have more answers, … Continue reading thirty.
Sometimes it’s hard for people to hear themselves. Or see themselves clearly. It’s as if there is a brick wall standing long and tall between them and their souls that prevents them from moving forward in the direction of their dreams; or simply in the direction of their joy. We often hear others louder than … Continue reading What You Listening To?
There is so much Pressure. To be great. To be valuable. To succeed. To know yourself. To know others. To want yourself. To want others. To love. To hate. To be nice. To be mean. To let go. To hold on. To be in love. To let love die. The pressure to grow long … Continue reading Where Does Pressure Come From?
We live in a society that perpetuates our need for affirmation yet criticizes us when we continuously seek it. From infancy, we’re groomed to satisfy others and make them proud. Our teachers, our bosses, our parents, our friends - our kids. Our entire school career depends on us making good decisions, staying … Continue reading Who You Do It For?
Maturity is a strange thing. Defined as “perfect condition” or “full development”, we rarely consider maturation (or the lack thereof) as a reason for why we don’t have what we desire, when we desire it. I believe maturity is something we continue to strive towards. It’s fulfillment changes just as we change. For example, I … Continue reading Power of Perfect Timing
Love. Hatred. Resentment. Sadness. Arguments, Misunderstanding. Loneliness. Beauty. Laughter. Possessiveness. Growth. Death. Life. Marriage. is all of the above. It translates the deepest emotions into the most aggressive actions at the drop of a dime. It is the effervescent mirror that reflects our behaviors and tendencies. The mirror that we naturally avoid as we settle … Continue reading Love Isn’t Enough.
"I'm nothing more than a housewife. Cleaning and raising children will be what my life consists of for the next 20 years. I'll commit to leisurely writing and occasional conversations encouraging others to pursue their passion." These were the … Continue reading Nothing More Than A Housewife
I remember sitting on my bed with tears flowing down my face. Trying hard to catch my breath in the midst of a full out, ugly, loud cry. I was stressed, distraught and tired. This was week 2 of being a mom and I felt like I was a complete failure. My mom and mother in … Continue reading It Gets Easier
I can't believe that it's already the end of March. This month and even the year seem to be flying by and as I reflect, I'm proud to relish in the reality that I haven't wasted this first quarter of the year. This time last year, I was so obsessed with buying a house that I … Continue reading When God says no…
Yesterday, I thought depression was my friend. I thought that it was the easiest way to live through a moment where I was struggling mentally, physically, and emotionally. The more that I gave into the feeling, the more it felt normal and necessary. It had gotten to the place where I felt like not being … Continue reading Depression is Deceitful
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