Sometime our “becoming” is more like an unfolding than a blossoming. Moving to LA I fully expected to bloom, very obviously, in full view. Because that’s what social media tells you to expect. It bids you to accept perfection as normal in every avenue of life.
7. Write a letter to your crush (a la To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before). It’s your choice to send it or not. Now, I’m not telling you to send it…but at the very least you’ve gotten those feelings out of you and onto paper. Just dont address and stamp it. You’ve been warned.
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.
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.
In the next split moment, I realized that although I didn’t currently want Him or feel compelled to change, I wanted to.
That moment was when those cute butterflies became lead weights in my stomach and I froze. I would prefer to say I blackout and vaguely remember what happened next but I would be lying. I remember everything exactly.
You know that friend that can read 6 thousand books in 24 hours, is the most intellectual being you know and always has quote or author to recommend? Well that’s definitely not me. I would like to say I was on track for literary genius and veered off around high school. As a kid I […]
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.
We sit down with Melissa Charles, Assistant Director for African American Student Development at UC Berkley and discuss growing up as a first-gen kid and how black people make everything fun!
Time and time again we are told to share; share ideas, information, things, And I think in theory, everyone believes it to an extent.
Because if we were honest, we would admit we don’t want someone to do better than us with what we know.
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).
Today I turned down my first date in some time. Don’t tell my mother.
I’m sure you (as an avid reader of course) are more than excited to hear about the latest chapter in my (non-existent) dating life. I’m even more sure that that last statement is not true. But regardless, I’ve decided to share.
A couple weeks ago I signed up for an online dating site (the free kind). And 24 hours later, I deleted my profile.
Let me explain.
It would be easy for me to assume that everyone has a perfect family experience. However, experience and reality suggests that might not be the case for everyone. Sometimes spending time with your family is more work than play. This Christmas, my family and all our extend cousins are going on a family reunion cruise […]
Forewarning: some of these may have started in the 90’s. Still if it was on after our TV upgrade, it counts!
My first real position came with a offer letter and was accompanied by a proper title. I had worked since 16 yet this was my first “real” job that counted. At least thats what I thought. I was twenty-six, straight off a amazing customer service position that did not suit any of my strengths, and […]