To create hope where there is none.
Life’s goal. Life’s mission.
Welcome!
Hi!
This project has been in the works for a while, just taking up space on the internet. But here we are, so thanks for stopping by! If you’re here, you probably know who I am. But just in case you don’t, I’m Cordelia Paris (DeDe to some, and yes; Paris is my real name). I’m a 90s baby, but I’m not a 99er—I actually meet the millennial mark! I remember dial-up internet and I know the beauty of personal hotspots.
I was born and raised in NYC—Jamaica, Queens to be exact—and I have strong family ties to the South. I’d like to think that I have the perfect mix of New York grit & Southern charm.
I’m a devout Christian and a lover of all things Jesus. Without His love, grace and favor, I’m not quite sure where I’d be.
CordeliaParis.com is more than a blog, news site or a digital résumé—it is all of that and then some. I aim to continually create spaces that hold all of my interests and my thoughts… ya know? Outside of my brain. I’m a writer and a deep thinker. I’m a visionary and a truth speaker. I’m a singer and a believer of the Gospel. I love people and I live to inspire.
My purpose is to create hope where there is none, and when I feel fear, I use it to propel me forward. This site is a manifestation of personal affirmations, answered prayers, active faith, and constant self-discovery.
Welcome!
Facebook: Cordelia Paris
Instagram: @cordeliaparis_
Most recent words…
A Call to Vote: Pro Life? by Gran Jacquie. J
Initially intended for Facebook but too good not to publish here. Hey FB family, surprised to hear from me. I have not posted a status for a while; however, I have reposted and shared. This is basically for my Christian family and friends. You know that I am very political, especially now that we are…
How dare you lie to me!?
I was reading through my journal recently and a lot of my entries from 2016 til now are centered around the thought of me being less than or inadequate and that kind of made me sad. Not in a way where I agreed with my writings but to know that I’ve been crippled by this…
Quarantine Chronicles: The Prayer We Don’t Get to Pray!
At the beginning of every funeral I’ve ever attended, after the family is seated, the first order of service is the Prayer of Comfort. Someone gets up and they pray over the family and for all who are grieving. They thank God for the life of the loss loved one and in a way, it…
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