…not from hate or fear, but from the energies of the Sacred Feminine: Fierce. Wild. Bold. Loving.

I grew up in a predominantly black and Hispanic neighborhood. We were poor, but I didn't really understand that until I was older. My home life was violent. My dad was an alcoholic. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I called him. When he was sober, he was charming, funny and I loved him. When he drank, he became evil. So evil that I lived in terror of what he might do while in the throes