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.”
Birds of a feather flock together. From a young age, parents and mentors tell us to be mindful of the company we keep, that we should be careful who we make friends with because they’re a reflection of us.
Today is my birthday! As of today, I am a quarter of a century old. A lot of stuff has happened in the past 25 years, and I wanted to share it with you, and me. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to write, but I wanted to make it special and poignant; it
Millennials are murderers.
I’ve been in California for one year (and one week…it took me a lot longer to write this than I planned.)
If there’s one thing you should know about me, know that I have the memory of a goldfish. It’s one of my least favorite features about myself because it impacts my life so severely, at least in my mind, every day. If I am in the middle of a story and somebody interrupts me, there
At this point, we can all agree that 2016 was absolutely horrible. From hashtags to news articles, everyone everywhere decided that this year was a gigantic dumpster fire never to be spoken of again. And while that very well may be true, despite the magnificent horribleness of this trashcan year, Black people proved to be the
Short post today. Wasn’t planning on writing this, but someone keeps commenting long ass comments on my blog posts as if I’m gonna read the whole thing; as if you’re entitled to my time with your nonsense. This is for you: Please discontinue commenting on or reading my posts. Think what you want, but this
When I was little, the way I would get over the fear of getting shots at the doctor was to imagine that in ten minutes or so, it would be over and my mom or dad would give me ice cream for being so good. I reasoned with myself that even though it would hurt
