Skip to main content

Home



Hello, and welcome to Full Disclosure! I started this blog as a simple online diary to collect my thoughts and feelings. But as soon as I published my first post, I realized that what I had to say resonated with a number of people.  Everyone is moving through their own unique and complicated reality of life. But while we are all different individuals, there are some life lessons and experiences that are universal.  My hope is that by boldly sharing my truths, passions, and revelations, I will inspire others to discover theirs as well. So as you read, embrace the words that make you want learn, grow, and proudly proclaim who you are!

Much love,
Bree

Popular posts from this blog

Back to my Roots

I am a Black woman. Black history is my history. But when it comes to my history, there is so much of it that you don’t know. My mother was born and raised in Jamaica. We had a clock with Bob Marley’s face hanging on the wall of my childhood home. Her accent appeared strong and thick whenever relatives called or I did something to make her upset. And the poetry of Lousie Bennett-Coverly was a staple on the bookshelf. While I knew that my heritage was half Jamaican, my history did not come alive for me until a family vacation to the island. in the summer of 2009. It was during this time that we spent time in the house my mother grew up in. I saw the garden that she worked to grow fruits and vegetables her family ate. I sat in the room where she learned to sew. I listened to my grandmother speak with a thick accent that needed no prompting. I examined the strong foundation of a house that mirrored the strong foundation of my family line. It was also during this time that we visited Bob M
2 comments
Read more

How my Daily Run Became a Spiritual Meditation

     Last month, my dad invited me to a running group based on the Nike Run Club App. The  group does challenges every month and he convinced me to take part in the 30-mile challenge. This broke down into one mile per day, a seemingly easy “challenge” as far as they go. However, anyone who’s known me for much of my life can tell you that I’ve always been a sprinter in the most extreme sense. My middle school years are haunted by gym class mile times of 15 minutes and I can’t think of my brief stint on the track team without thinking about how it took me 90 seconds to run a 400 meter race during a tournament. Despite my misgivings, the lack of a gym had me ready to explore any and all forms of exercise and so I dove in.      The first two weeks of the month weren’t bad. I was running about 1 ½ miles each day and consistently clocking in at around 12 minutes per mile. I was proud to have come down to 12 minutes after starting off the first day of the month at around 13 minutes. Every day
3 comments
Read more

Back to My Roots Part II

Last week I hope I illustrated that I am extremely proud of my mother’s Jamaican lineage. However, I would be remiss to brag about my maternal side and not mention the beautiful heritage my father has passed on to me. My dad grew up in the country of Belize, in an area called Dangriga. He is part of a group of people called the Garinagau, or Garifuna. I remember my childhood being marked by his proud stories of how the Garifuna people descended from a group of West Africans who were shipwrecked and escaped captivity, settling originally in St. Vincent. (Although readers of Ivan Van Sertima’s They Came Before Columbus may assert that their history in the Americas begins as early as 10th century B.C.). They intermarried with indegenous South American groups and became known as Black Caribs. Generations later, the people came to be found primarily in Belize, Honduras, and Guatemala. A complicated history certainly, but by now you must know that complexity is my mode of operation. Like wi
2 comments
Read more