If you are someone who does not believe in Jesus Christ and celebrates Christmas merely for the sake of the holiday festivities, reading this piece will probably be a waste of your time. But, you’re more than welcome to keep reading if you’d like! :)
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Read MoreOver the holidays, I entered a writing contest sharing my story about being diagnosed with an autoimmune disease called dermatomyositis (DM), a chronic condition involving severe inflammation of the muscle tissue and skin.
Read MoreOn Christmas night I gave in to the hype and watched Bird Box, the new Netflix Original starring Sandra Bullock. For those of you who have never seen or heard of it, it's about a woman named Malorie (Bullock) who fights to protect herself and her two children from an ominous, unseen entity (that only dwells outdoors) that causes whomever looks at it to commit suicide (very disturbing, I know).
Read MoreAround this time a year ago, I wasn't in the best of head spaces. I was working a job that caused me more stress and anxiety than I've ever had in, well, ever. I was in the throes of trying to rekindle a relationship that honestly should've stayed in the past.
Read MoreAdulthood seems to have a way of taking everything we THOUGHT we knew about ourselves, relationships and life in general, and turning it upside down. It's a continuous learning and re-learning of "self," and how we relate to the world and the people around us -- particularly, those we consider our friends.
Read MoreI've got a bone to pick with some of my fellow sisthren out here.
Those of us who are quick to host and/or attend a women's empowerment brunch/panel/conference (for $45.00+), and just as quick to give the stank eye to a woman we don't like, never met, or all of the above.
Read MoreI've been noticing women on social media asking celebrities like Ciara, Meagan Good and Nicole Ari Parker about word-for-word details on the prayer they prayed before being blessed with their fine, seemingly perfect husbands. Here's one example:
Read MoreAfter watching that clip of Pastor John Gray praising his wife for spending the last eight years of their marriage painfully birthing and raising and sacrificing for him -- whew chile, I'm exhausted just from typing this -- and being his covering (not a lid! there's a difference), I felt compelled to share my opinion on this topic for a couple of reasons:
Read More*rubs temples* Sigh. I really, really wasn't trying to give any of my time or rapidly declining attention span to this foolishness, but the devil is busy.
Read MoreThis past week has been heavy. A college friend and fellow classmate, Rob Lawrence — one of the coolest, friendliest, most genuine people I’ve ever met — went missing back in January and was found deceased last Tuesday. I had been praying that he was on some random sabbatical being the travel junkie he was. Couldn’t bring myself to think anything else aside from that.
Read MoreI saw Black Panther twice this past weekend — the first time was at a private screening the day before its Feb. 16 release. I sported a handmade tunic I bought from South Africa a few years back (click here to read all about my experience), a pair of black leather pants and a beret (which coincidentally had cat ears). The second time was with my family, and that time I took hella notes.
Read MoreRight now, as I’m writing this post, I’m sitting at my desk (the kitchen island) vibing to Yellow by Aminé while optimistically sipping a glass half-full of red wine (seewhatIdidthere). I have this weird habit of listening to the same song repeatedly while I’m writing because it helps me stay focused (don’t ask, it works).
Read MoreWe’re in week two of 2018 and so far, I can’t complain. Last week I started a new marketing role at an amazing company, and for the first time in a while, I genuinely enjoy where I work. As I mentioned in a previous post, I quit my last job a few months ago because, to make a long story short, I was miserable there.
Read MoreGrowing up, I always had a clear-cut vision of what my life would be like once I became an adult: graduate from college, move to New York and become the next Carrie Bradshaw, meet and fall in love with a fine, chocolate, financially stable tenderoni, get married around 26, start popping out kids around 27 or 28, and live happily ever after with my perfect career, perfect husband and our perfect little family.
Read MoreOn this day four years ago, I was two weeks away from graduating college and felt like I was moments away from my deathbed.
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