The Haunting of Harp House

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When An Artist Gets Depressed: Release & Refresh

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Tim Keane on Atlanta Traffic, Langford Parkway & Creative Mornings.

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An Open Letter To Lauryn Hill.

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Then There Were Four.

Let me just be honest with you for a moment. I never imagined that I would be a wife and mother. I wasn’t one of those girls who dreamt of white weddings and long evenings in the kitchen. I never planned family vacations in my head or thought of baby names while still learning how to write in cursive. I wanted a career and a grandiose life. Marriage and kids were an added commodity that Continue Reading

Lemonade Is Not Beyonce’s Story

Yes. Another blog about Lemonade because that is what true art does. It not only evokes emotion but it incites cultural enlightenment. I believe Lemonade is more than Beyoncé telling a story about her and her husband. I feel as if she said “I want to tell the story of thousands of women” and that’s exactly what she did. I don’t truly believe the entire album is about her and Jay-Z but even if it Continue Reading

Love is a Privilege

The Fault In Our Stars. A beautiful movie that I shouldn’t have watched while loaded with hormones and various girly emotions. But I did. And though my eyes are red from the tears I shed, I’m glad that I did. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a movie about two young cancer survivors who fall in love as they both live with the conditions cancer has given them. The movie is about life, love, and Continue Reading

Kill the Noise.

“Kill the noise. Kill the noise. Kill the noise.” I repeated these three words to myself over and over as I struggled to remain focused on the good in life. Distracted by my unfulfilled desires and fear, I found myself deep in question and without answers. Then I heard it, “kill the noise. kill the noise.” An image from the movie Race replayed in my head. The scene shows Jesse Owens being taunted by a Continue Reading

Is Self Love Selfish?

There is an unrequited freedom that comes in solitude. The only person I have to please is me. The only opinion that matters is mine. The only happiness to be fulfilled is my own. The imminent pressure to fulfill the desires of others while balancing the art of appeasing oneself can be taxing. As a mother, daughter, friend, artist, minster, wife, etc, the expectations from others can be endless. Even those who mean no harm Continue Reading

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Ifie Natasha

Ifie Natasha is a writer, artreprenuer and soul care enthusiast with a passion for telling stories, building communities and exploring creativity.

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