My America

I waited for my daddy on our front porch, eager to etch his face in my memory. He had only been back home for two months, yet still I felt a determined urgency to study his face and link the person whom I loved in the corners of my mind for the past two years with the person in front of me. My brothers, Curtis and John, who were too young to really remember a time with dad, sat on the stoop comparing matchbox cars and fighting over the best piece of sidewalk to race them.

7 More Things Post Twenty-five Singles Need Their Married Friends to Know

Last year I wrote a pretty solid list of 7 Things Post Twenty-five Singles Need Their Married Friends to Know. And to be honest, over the past year I’ve encountered so many different situations I feel there is so much more that needs to be addressed. So for all you millennial married folk, here are 7 more things we singles need you to know.

Post 25 Podcast: Hustle and #FYRE

You guys…I am jumping on this #trending train for the Netflix documentary, Fyre. I had no idea that this festival was suck an epic fail but upon watching the documentary, we completely stunned. If you haven’t already seen the Fyre documentaries that everyone is talking about, then listen to our thoughts and watch the Netflix doc. What went wrong? What can we learn? Let’s discuss!

The Fight for Love

There is a very big part of me that has delayed writing this post for fear of rejection from you. A part of me doesn’t want to be this honest because I know revealing this little corner of my thoughts might make you uncomfortable; it might even cause you to disown or reject me. But as these thoughts trapped in the confines of my mind demand to be released, I’ve decided to breathe and share anyway.

Fair warning, this is about race.
So yeah…

5 Uncomfortably Real Things No One Tells You About Your Twenties

Stunned, and not wanting to alert my classmates of the internal crisis I was now experiencing, I gritted my teeth and pulled out the hair right there. Needless to say, I wasn’t prepared, immediately thought I was the only girl who experienced this, and walked to my dorm mourning my face because, of course, this meant I would need to reconsider my career path as a soon to be bearded lady (which never happened).