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As I type, I just released the biggest sigh of my life. My blog is my diary in which I allow readers to delve into my innermost thoughts. I can't hide from my truth. Life experiences often weigh me down with a spirit of
Photo: Why Did I Get Married Too
I wrote the first sentence of this post and then got on Twitter, scrolled for a few seconds noticing a photo of Serena Williams' baby bump. I had to RT. Then confirm. Screenshot. Proceed to post on IG followed by both my personal and
Blue Ivy is a legend in her own right.
In the womb, the universe proclaimed that she would never struggle to make a student loan payment, take public transportation or work for free. You know this modern day phenomenon when companies think it's cute to work millennials to the bone
Last Wednesday, I woke up refreshed and in a strange, overly chipper mood. It wasn't the restful 10-hour slumber from the night before or the PayPal notifications chirping on my phone, signaling that my clients had paid their invoices. On this morning, I was happy just to be happy. I'm
So. I keep seeing this man.
Not sure who he is, where he's from or where he was going when this photo was snapped. On the surface, he looks like a man with flowers and a pizza, nothing more or nothing less than what is presented. What I do know is
My greatest idea of vindication comes in the form of my words expressed in a blog. I cannot rest well or function properly until I've released authenticity into the universe. This site is my outerspace sprinkled with truths floating freely from my heart. In 2016, I didn't blog as much
Okay. First order of business, no one was rejected. Now that you're here, I want to tell you the story about an unknown man I met at the hood Wal-Mart by my house that forever changed my perspective on dating.
A few weeks ago, I made a quick run to the
There are some moments in life that are forever ingrained in your memories. First kiss, first day of school, first romance, first heartbreak, first paycheck, first home. The list of firsts goes on and on. My first humiliation is one that I can never get out of my head.
After reading the title of this post, I had to think to myself, "Well, I should hope no one is paying for sex on a date unless it's their career choice."
This is like my fourth post this year about sex and I will preface the below contents by saying that
It took me two months to write this.
Honestly, truly. I have a lot of shit to get off my chest.
I wrote a similar blog post last year about the great lessons I learned in the first-half of 2015 and did the same the year before. I'm navigating life in self-discovery