Dresscapades

Where will you start?

‘motolani mi!” my mom said in greeting on the phone. “My Motolani,” she translated; Motolani, my name. “Motolani. Do you know what that means?” she asked. I said I didn’t though I was sure she’d told me once before, I just forgot. “Write this down.” I grabbed a pen and a post-it note.

if you know me at all, then you know how fickle I can be; how indecisive and at times not passionate enough. It can be frustrating. I’ve known myself too often to just let the cards fall where they may and accept it. If the world says I can’t be a writer then I guess, …

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