Leah Ella
Caribbean-American(she/her)+Actor+Life Coach student. I value quality over quantity, simplicity over complexity but the perplexicity of life shows that the proof is in the numbers. Provoking thought and creating change, one story at a time.
Concrete Jungle
I “come from” a tiny Island that takes about a 2 hour car ride to drive from one end of the island to the other. (Said in my Antiguan dialect aka- “broken english”) We were taught the Queen’s English but cut sentences in two to make them shorter, more direct, to the point and in a language only we could understand and make our own. A defiant cause, indeed. It’s no wonder that my favorite subject in school once I moved to America in grade 6 was English. Americans do not speak like the British and I do not always speak like an American. I have however, spent most of my life living in South Florida. When I lived in Florida, people thought I was from NY, now that I live in LA, people think I’m a Valley girl. Hey, I’m just me and my accent has a very wide range depending on who I’m around.
Leah EllaPublished 5 days ago in Motivation
Codependency In The Dark
It’s been two and a half months... I finally turned on the light. Let me explain. You know how some people liken relationships to a dance? When I move you move just like that 🎵 (Ludacris-Stand Up, song reference) Well, try moving together while not knowing the song or the rhythm, in the dark. This was my first taste of codependency. A fumble, a misstep, a turn in the “wrong” direction... Can someone hire a choreographer already!? Ok... All jokes aside, codependency is real and living in the time of coronavirus, it’s exasperated. I’m much more confident free-styling my dance moves anyway.
A Letter to my Mother
We all have one, a Mother. The immaculate conception of bringing forth a life into this world. The bond that is formed when the fetus is carried, fed and nurtured in the womb of a Mother... I'm not yet a Mother but I do have one.
Living Your Truth- Is Marriage For Everyone?
Everyone Loves Differently. When you think of the word, "love," what comes to mind? There is the universal, principled, love, familial, romantic, platonic... The list goes on and on but when you really stop and think of love, what is the first experience that defined your perception of love? When and how did you first experience or feel loved?
Leah EllaPublished 2 months ago in Confessions
The Aftermath
You know what’s better than justice? Saving a life. Something those cops should’ve thought of. EMT Derek Smith. We went to War last year. The summer of 2020, our lives changed forever. For some more than others, the gut wrenching feeling of a terminal nature still exists in the pit of our stomachs. This isn’t about politics, this isn’t even about race... This is about justice and the legal system finally got it right. To be clear, this is about murder, grief, fear, pain and war.
The Jazzy Blues
These tunes will definitely wash your blues away... I turned on Pandora’s Sam Cooke Radio and it saved my day. “Darling You Send Me”
Hate Crimes in America
Last year it was BLM, this year it is AAPI, who's next? Hate... Crimes... Racism... Patriarchy... Religion... Can you attach a face or ethnicity to each of these subcategories? Why is it that America seems to have a desperate need to hate? The racial divide has us only seeing color but racism is hardly the beginning of hate. If you believe in the Bible stories for instance, the first crime was committed by a jealous sibling illustrated by Cain and Abel. The prized possession, the inheritance, was worth killing his brother over. Greed... Status... Power... Is jealousy the root cause of hate crimes? It seems as though every system that this western world is built on, is being examined under a black light so to speak- Patriarchy, the Royal Family, White Supremacy... Before I jump into this argument, I would like to state that I am an ally for Asian Americans and stand in full solidarity with the entire community. We are in this blameless fight together.
A Writer's Dream
I met Asia in 2019 on a commercial shoot. We got lost trying to find our way back to the city. We took a 2-hour bus ride where we sat right next to each other. I had the flu (pre-Covid) and later Asia shared in her instagram story, "How rude! How do you meet someone for the first time and get them sick!?" You'll be happy to know that we got through it and are still friends today. She has also quarantined way better than just about anyone I know. Let me explain...
