I'm always thrown by how much I'm affected by a celebrity's death. I can't even remember the last time I thought about Malcolm-Jamal Warner, but the sadness and grief hit hard and fast. He encapsulated the innocence of days long gone. Rest well, Theo, my forever first crush. 💔

I love being a therapist and coach for Black women. It's fascinating how deep our perfectionism goes. We demand perfection even in the process of healing. We want to grow without mistakes, but growth isn’t a straight path—it’s messy and nonlinear. We don’t have to have it all together all the time.