Damn man, I hate to see summer come and go; school is officially starting, the activities are winding down, and pumpkin flavored everything has taken over. Don’t get me wrong, the heat can be disrespectful A.F, but I love having wild nights with my girls, and spending an evening or two in somebody’s pool. And … Continue reading It was a Hot Girl Summer …
Social media is cool … but let’s be real, it’s reckless as fuck. All it takes is one post, just one for somebody to take it and run with it. I could sit here and say, “I don’t like bananas,” but to somebody else they read, “I don’t like bananas, oranges, apples, and then some.” … Continue reading Say Hello to the Bad Guy (A disclaimer on social media)
So look right, I haven’t always had a “bad” attitude, but I guess one too many issues in life lead me down this path of the “angry black woman” people so desperately want us to be. Don’t get me wrong, I am a really kind person, but when you constantly mistake my kindness for a … Continue reading The Adjustment
It’s been almost three years since I heard your voice, and the very thought it brings so much joy into my life. Today, we celebrate you … not because you’re gone and we want to cherish your memory, but for the many special memories you created in all of our lives. You came … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Ju!
I’ve dedicated the month of July to living with NO fear in honor of my brother; he was, without a doubt, one of the most fearless people I knew. For that very reason, his birthday month is about nothing but happiness, gratitude, and not second guessing every choice I’ve made in my life. Lately, I’ve … Continue reading GRATITUDE.
For years, I’ve talked about the importance of mental health, and how we need to break down barriers and go to therapy. Again, I’ve talked about it...but I have to admit, I’m one of those people who never actually takes their own advice. I wish I could say why; honestly, I’ve built a monstrosity of … Continue reading TAINTED.
July 18th would have been my brother’s twenty-ninth birthday; what should be a day of joy and celebration has become one of the saddest days of the year. As it grows closer, I can’t help but feel … distraught. With each passing day, I feel as if I become weak. Maybe it’s because I can’t … Continue reading Celebrations Amongst Grief