JOURNAL
In my journal I will be sharing personal stories, inspirations, and updates on my creative journey.
I call myself an artist now. Not that this was never not true. But generally, when the label ‘artist’ is tossed around, it’s usually an attribution given to those who produce drawings and paintings first and foremost — like my father, who is himself, a painter in the fine arts genre. For the past few years when people would ask, I would say to them … Continue reading Identity Matters
Earlier this week, during an amazing ‘women in leadership’ talk, my long-term mentor said to a group of women leaders at the United Nations: “This is the fourth version of myself.” This declaration of self-realization stuck with me as I rushed back to my workspace after the talk to interview a woman for a story I am working on. With those words in mind, I … Continue reading Why I Chose to Return to Writing for Passion
by KEISHEL A. WILLIAMS Perhaps the desire to be needed is what drives most women, especially black women. The desire to be needed particularly by men seems to be ingrained into us from birth: we pamper, cajole, protect and save our men daily. And why not? We have the innate ability to do so, now we are surrounded by broken, dependent men. During the year that has … Continue reading How I Found Peace after becoming the Heroine of my own story
I miss you most on Sundays, When the crisp morning air caresses my face And God kisses me with the morning sun. I miss you most on Sundays, When I pour the tea for one And I playfully touch the spoon upon my tongue. I miss you most on Sundays, When musical melodies rule my heart then my head joins in and they … Continue reading I Miss You Most on Sundays
by KEISHEL A. WILLIAMS Change is constant and this summer in Brooklyn has forced me to reflect on the innumerable changes this borough has undertaken in recent years, much like myself. As one of the most recognized places in the world, Brooklyn has created a strong imprint culminating from the savory mix of cultures you can find here. Its growth from the crime-ridden cautionary tale to … Continue reading Making Your Mark
by KEISHEL A. WILLIAMS I call her Mother. Not Mom, Ma, Mommy, Mama or Mimi – Mother! The tone in which I utter that word is a reminder of the journey my mom and I endured to get to where we are today. The Mother-Daughter relationship can be a complex one, and we’ve all had those intermittent moments when we wonder “Are you even my mother?” … Continue reading Journey with Mother
by KEISHEL A. WILLIAMS “Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” Author Nicholas Sparks really captured the essence of this emotion in a few shorts words. No surprise there, after all, he wrote “The Notebook,” one of the greatest contemporary love stories of our generation. It took me a little while to gather my thoughts on this subject, not … Continue reading xo Learning to Love
This Easter weekend I’m out on the town soaking up that New Brooklyn lifestyle, where we’re still in a nebulous state as cultures merge and start to take form. I’m a huge proponent of merging cultures as I like to learn and explore new things, and from the looks of it, Crown Heights is fast becoming a budding version of the East Village. It’s nice to be able to absorb all that art and culture right in my backyard. From the foods to the fashion, the New Brooklyn lifestyle is taking on a life of its own and now it’s a bit more like me – a mixture of rugged and chic! Enjoy!
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After a couple of months hiatus while on sabbatical in the Caribbean, I am back to face the music during my favorite month of the year – February! It’s New York Fashion Week, Black History (Her-Story) Month, Valentine’s Day and most importantly my birthday this month. So I’m extremely excited to be back as the #BossLady in charge with new ideas, fashion and feminist … Continue reading Hello February, I’m Back!
by Keishel A. Williams At the age of 13, I sat on my grandmother’s steps in front of her house in the small rural village of Toco, Trinidad, talking to my dad, who had returned from NY for a short visit. Under the dull street lights, with bright eyes and convicting words, I told him “My life’s dream is to go to Paris.” At 13, … Continue reading Paris and the Black Creative
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