I love a good story, whether it's a book, a movie, a play. I love reading/ watching interesting characters develop & drama unfold. As a writer I create that world. I create that drama. IG: @positivelyhealthyvibes Twitter: NATHALIE_CLAIR1
Netflix's Maid Series Highlights A Side Of Domestic Violence That Often Gets Ignored
For the most part I've left out specific examples from the movie, but I do include a description of two important scenes. Neither of which is enough to be considered much of a spoiler.
Writing-- It's More Than Just A Friend
What is it about writing that tugs at my heart so urgently? I'm not sure exactly. I just love it. There's a happiness, a confindence that I feel when I'm writing. It's powerful and absoutely freeing.
My Halloween Party Playlist
Before we can create a proper playlist for Halloween we need to think about what is Halloween. First and most importantly, Halloween is also my birthday. That being said I'd like to think that everyone out in the world celebrating with their costumes on are actually in part celebrating me and my day.
The Longest Journey To Happiness
2015 It was late September 2015 and I was in my director’s office, sitting directly across from her, palms sweating, stomach in knots, waiting for a third person to join the meeting. Lisa tried to make small talk, keep things light, but it was awkward. I’m not sure how much time had passed and I wasn’t sure what was about to be said. I had been walking around that place feeling defeated for the past six months and I didn’t have the energy to believe this meeting was going to change anything.
The House On The Corner
On the corner of an avenue and a street Sits the house where I reside A space that has been my home almost all my life Where family near and far were always welcome
Home is Freedom No Deadlines to Make No Funk to Fake It’s your time to unwind Remove your mask Relax your mind Take A Deep Breath
Making The Most Of Life After Death
This one is for my aunt who was also my Godmother, who raised me right alongside my mother as if I was truly hers when my father was nowhere to be found. I never felt I missed out on anything. I always felt like I had two parents. My mother was the strict one, she was the more lenient one. I'd learn early to go to her when my mother said no. My mother hated that, but it usually led to me getting my way though. In her eulogy, I left out the part about having two moms before having two moms was really a thing. I left it out because most of the crowd were elderly Haitians who probably wouldn't have gotten it anyways.
Remembering To Breathe
It started on an ariel view of a large never-ending field of lush green grass, dotted by patches of oranges, yellows, pinks, purples, and reds. A bright rainbow of colors seeping through the pores of the Earth. A fine mix of, dandelions, marigolds, tulips, hydrangeas, and daffodils, sprouting through various parts of the greenness. It was a beautiful sight from above. Through the vastness, I spotted her, an image of myself dressed in all white, a goddess standing out amongst nature. She was beautiful. The view moved to eye level and I was running to her. “Mariah” I called out as I ran. She remained unmoving, smiling as if waiting for me. I was running with purpose, gasping for breath, but she remained at the same distance. I willed myself to run faster, lungs burning, heart pounding in my chest. Finally, she was only a few steps away and I could almost feel our skin connect.