I have always been real with y’all since my Nola Chic persona was created, living my life like an open window. I love New Orleans and everything that has come from her womb. In all honesty, being home has proved good for my soul, but it came with a pretty hefty price tag. This shit looks glamorous and entertaining, but it wasn’t long before I hit rock bottom all for the love of Nola and writing. I wish I could say bottom came from partying, stunting and showing off. You living the lavish life, but Nah… Lil Checks came in through the front door and out the back door into…
My Transparency and My Love for others feel like a curse at moments like these... As I look back over all the years of pain that is living within the depths of my soul, I sometimes question "Will ever have a moment to birth out this so-called great purpose I'm destined to fulfill?"