My Work

This is my portfolio page to share a lot of the work I've been involved in. I'm also showcasing work I've used for my speaking engagements or from excerpts from my upcoming books.

"Battle Tested to Stand" Motivational Video

This project was based on pulling together multiple videos in order to help visualize what my client (the speaker) was trying to establish. This was for a motivational video

Freedom Speech

I wrote this piece for my Father's banquet in support of his Battle Tested LLC for returning citizens. I wrote the speech to show my perspective of how him being sentenced to prison affected me.

When I was a little girl, I learned how cruel this world was. I sat across from my dad in a blue uniform on borrowed time. I soaked up as many words as I could from his voice because I knew, when time was up and hugs were given, it was going to be another few months before I saw him again. The further I moved out of the prison the less and less I saw of his waving silhouette. And that is when the chains started to restrict my body, connecting my legs and arms together. I was trapped, allowing the emptiness to take over. The chains only got tighter, cutting deep lines into my skin. Blood began to cake its way along my wrists and ankles. I accepted darkness, because it was all I knew. The phone calls weren’t enough, the letters weren’t enough, and I stopped believing that this pain would end. It only got worse. My mom started to fade away too. Something wasn’t quite right about her new boyfriend. Something about him made every part of my skin crawl. I tried so hard to protect her at eleven years old, thinking I can’t lose you too. Until it was too late. I looked at my mother’s face. Her green eyes bloodshot and under eye bruised purple, her forehead protruding out of her own skull, completely swollen. That is when the chains began to add layers, connecting themselves over my chest. The fights with her only got worse and the emptiness that I thought had no bottom somehow got deeper. I was consumed in the chains, consumed in the darkness, consumed in the emptiness for years. Each trauma I experienced, a chain was added, squeezing my body tighter and tighter. From the outside, I must have looked like only a ball of chains and too far gone to save. I allowed my circumstances to define me. I became a victim to it, hate filling every part of me. Hate for my mom, hate that my dad was taken away from me, and most of all Hate for myself. I couldn’t see a way out. I didn’t even know a way out existed beyond death until this year. I didn’t know how to get out of this mess, this victim mentality, all these chains I collected over time because I forgot what being free truly means. Everyone in life is tested, no matter your upbringing, your race, your gender, your wealth, you will be tested. True freedom, true healing does not come easy. It requires a battle. So, I’m going to war. You don’t have to let what happened to you, what you did, what mistakes you’ve made, or what will happen to you define your life. Freedom is deciding to be stronger despite all of those obstacles, all of those chains you’ve collected over the years. Freedom is manifesting a shining silver sword and attacking each chain wracking your body with purpose. It’s breaking down each and every thing that has worn you to pieces, that has torn you apart. Freedom is overcoming, watching those chains fall at your feet. You may be sobbing as you break chains, even wanting them to stay with you as a safekeep. Maybe, you don’t want to let go. But, freedom is powering through the unknown and the fear of what happens from that release. It isn’t always pretty. And breaking it may be more painful than keeping the chain wrapped tightly around your body. But, once it collides with the floor, once your arms, legs, and chest can move again, can breathe again you will feel this overwhelming light encase your body and realize it's worth it. It’s worth letting go of the old habits, the heartbreak, the victimizing, the pity, and the hatred. Freedom is being battle tested, breaking those chains, and defining your purpose. Freedom is the powerful release of realizing that you choose your destiny. And despite what happens in life, you wield the sword to defeat those chains.

Geez Lyric Video - ATM Klassic

My goal on this video was to create the vision that the artist wanted in order for it to match the vibe of the song. I loved making this video, it was one of my favorites.

Prologue of my Upcoming Novel

I wanted to write something that reflected how I feel in real life about love and all it's beautiful and horrific feelings.

I believed in love more than I believed in anything else. I held onto it fiercely, the act of loving someone and the act of someone loving me. I wanted to explore those emotions that I so desperately craved. My childhood was never filled with it. All I could see was rampage, bruises across skin, and words that cut much deeper than action. I rarely saw examples of what loving could look like, but I knew more than anything that I wanted it. My hope revolved around stories and books. In pages where I could find them. I was desperate to replicate what I could see in novels growing up. Somehow finding a way to fit that type of love into my life. I laid in bed, devouring book after book to experience what one would feel. Imagining myself as the main character, imagining that someone, somehow could feel the same way about me as they did about the main character. Ideas sprouting into my head, I could almost feel my skin being touched by the details. It kept me going when nothing else could. Dreaming of a world where I could be loved. Because in reality, all I felt was distance, resign, and loneliness. And anytime the opportunity presented itself, even if it was blind hope I jumped just to feel a fraction of what I read. But, it was never the same. I wanted irrevocable, unflinching, and unconditional love. Something I could hold onto, in a world that tore me apart piece by piece. But, the older I got, the more I unraveled the truth. Love is never simple or easy. It’s conjoined pieces of objects that sometimes don’t go together. It’s never a pattern or a definitive rule. It’s a combination of experience, trust, and sometimes even hate. It is not a knight in shining armor. It’s neither beautiful or ugly. It’s neither good nor bad. It just is. Sometimes falling in love can be beautiful and heroic and perfect, but sometimes it’s hard, unraveling, and all consuming. It can be disguised as one of the best things to someone and one of the worst to another. Because, loving as appealing as it is, is also devastating.