Trying
For reasons very much known, writing has become very, very difficult for me.
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
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