Yes, I wrote about Grey’s Anatomy again.
Folks, I hate to say it, but she’s at it again.
After 6 years, my tinnitus is gone. So, naturally, I had to write about it.
Hi, writing. It’s me, Cheyenne. I know it’s been a long time since we last got together. Months, even. We tried to meet up in August to discuss how I feel like I’m wasting my money by keeping this website online, but we both had some stuff came up. Well, ok, it was really just
Thank God I found the good in goodbye Beyoncé I grew up in Houston. Kinda. Well, Cypress, Texas, a suburb about 30 minutes outside of Houston. I say Houston because people don’t know about the tiny unincorporated suburb of Cypress, its crowning jewel a three-way tie between its high school football teams, the gummy bear
For reasons very much known, writing has become very, very difficult for me.
2018 was a seemingly rough year for everyone. With America in a political and economic freefall, and the ramifications of both causing domino effects in unprecedented ways, it can be difficult to look on the bright side of things. But, as always, Black women remained the highlight of the year, managing to shine bright in
Oliver is the only man’ I’ve ever loved. He’s been with me through good times and bad. We met when I was 16. He was a bit younger than me, but he always got me through tough times. He’s aged a lot since then, and while he’s not as spry as he was nearly ten
Kehlani announced that she was pregnant last week and the world is a brighter place because of it. 2019 is really about to see the most magical, astrologically perfect, musically gifted, wokest, multiracial lil brown baby ever. And between the words of praise and celebration, some of the world went a little crazy because isn’t
“Thank you for allowing me to be the first Black woman to headline Coachella.” “Ain’t that ’bout a bitch.”