If I Were the Devil…

I turned on the news, held my 5 year old daughter in my arms, and cried. Over 500 people injured or killed in Las Vegas. 500 daughters, sons, fathers, wives, ceased to be human beings, and became walking targets while dancing to country music.… READ THE REST

I Am Tired of Being Black

I need to interrupt your newsfeed for this quick alert: black people are tired.

 

I shouldn’t speak for everyone but as for myself; I am TIRED of being a woman of color, in the age of social media. I am tired of listening to you debate the lives of black males at the water cooler, and I am tired of trying really hard to be unoffensive in my approach, while Larry loose lips shoots from the hip every chance he gets.… READ THE REST

How to Become a Unicorn

If you want your relationship to go to the next level of intimacy, you may have to violate it. Someone please hold my avocado, this is life changing information.

 

Expectancy Violations Theory talks about what happens when you violate a social norm.… READ THE REST

What I Wanted In A Man


When I was fifteen my friends and I made dating contracts. It was a compiled list of all the qualities potential boyfriends would need to have in order to make the cut. We signed them in blood and pinky-swore we would never settle for a boy who did not check off ALL of our requirements.… READ THE REST

I Barely Survived High School


This year my daughter will start Kindergarten. Which means I am naturally already having crippling anxiety over her first day of high school. You guys, WHAT THE HECK WAS HIGH SCHOOL?

 

I went to the principal’s office once. I asked him to repaint the bathroom stalls.… READ THE REST

Dads Cry Too

I was 6 years old. I told you I didn’t want to ride the bus. You said it wasn’t up for discussion. I begged and pleaded. I cried and pulled my hair. You were unaffected. I threw myself on the ground and vowed never to speak to you again if you made me get on that bus.

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My Lesbian Neighbors

I live in a nice upper class community. The type of place where you can go for long walks and wave to Randy while he throws ribeyes on the barbie.

 

In my neighborhood is a lesbian couple. At least I assume them to be lesbians.… READ THE REST

You Won’t Find Happiness


My husband failed his entire first year of college. Straight F’s. Even in gym. He was grieving the loss of his older brother who should have been raging in that dorm life with him but was instead in a casket. Sometimes you can make plans for yourself, and then life throws a wrench in the tricycle you’ve been building.… READ THE REST

The Lucifer Effect

I am your token millennial. I was born in 1987, (you can check my driver’s license should you feel skeptical). I am young enough to use google as a verb, but old enough to have owned mix tapes. I refuse to shop at Walmart because of the labor conditions in their Asian factories, and yet I will admit I have no idea who my state representatives are.… READ THE REST

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