Author name: Tyler

Photo: Instagra / @theshiggyshow I really don’t have time for a personal blog today. I have a list of deadlines staring at me like daggers and I really need to buckle down in order to fulfill them. Facebook is to blame. Jesus told me not to scroll this morning, and I did, then instantly this […]

Photo: Mattel In my kindergarten class, there were two black children. Me and another girl named Amber. (I changed her name to protect her privacy.) Because we were the minority in our classroom, naturally you’d think we’d stick together. Right?   Our school was predominantly white. Outside of two teachers, my older sister in the 5th

I’ve said it before and I don’t mind saying it again. 2017 was a dumpster fire. The turmoil and distress from last year is a close second to my 2010. The differences between the two are a.) my attitude and b.) my relationship with God. My faith became radical in the last eight years. Much

I’m not sure that I have the capacity to unpack everything, but I’m going to try. The last few weeks, I’ve avoided accountability, transparency, and responsibility. Somehow I still have a job. February, March, April, and even May are four of the toughest months to cope. Subconsciously, I guess I kinda enjoy the grief and

The streets are buzzing. It has come to my knowledge that Lisa read my earlier blog post. She’ll be okay. There are a number of screenshots, group chats, and text messages circulating about me, some positive, some not so positive.  I even saw an indirect Facebook status about me. I can’t get mad. Nothing exists

I swear by Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, I’ll never be a maid of honor again. I’m going to try my best to be tactful with this story, but my God, it’s a doozy. It’s rare to find people, especially women are still tight with their crew from high school, let alone middle school. My friend

I really don’t have time to blog today, but I can’t hold this in. I consider it a personal attack when someone I’m interested in doesn’t text back. No warning. No explanation. No nothing, Jesus. Just silence. It’s not even the fact that a man completely ghosted me or was rude enough to abruptly cease all communication.

Here is actual footage of my 2017: Whew. Where do I begin? I’ve worked on this blog post for three days pondering on how depressing and pessimistic I want it to be. I shed a few tears writing the first draft, then closed my laptop. Then on day two, I returned only to fall asleep

The year was 2014 and I’d finally met my ultimate weight loss goal, shedding a glorious 70lbs. Here I am at the top of the year showing off my slimmed down figure. It’s also important to note that I am standing inside Dexter’s living room. Angles. I was thin, bih. I was 25, soon-to-be 26

Ya’ll. This is a wild ass story. I don’t even know where to begin, but my spirit says it’s time to release this past experience into the universe. I wrote about my Maya Angelou funeral horror and even opened up about the scary decision to quit a job out of the blue. My blog is my safe