Ten years ago, on a Sunday morning that I will never forget, my cell phone started buzzing. It was about 8 in the morning. I was laying in bed with D. In another woman’s apartment. A woman that he is married to now actually and has a brand new baby with, but that’s another story…

Yesterday I opened up Instagram and I had 17 likes and comments. I didn’t remember what I posted that could have been so interesting so I hit the notifications icon and THIS is what I saw: Sir. First of all, who are you? Number 2, who sent you? And C, STOP! Of course, I screenshot…

If y’all don’t know how crazy my family is… here’s the story: I was ASLEEP at 12:15 am on a Monday night. the phone rings. it’s sister number 3, Autumn. So I answer SLEEPILY. she says, “awww I’m sorry. how long you been asleep? are you really sleep?” me: yes I’m asleep what’s up? I…

I wanted you. I wanted you to be mine. but you never were. you were late night laughter and early morning banter. you were teeth and tongue and lips and eyes. you were lazy stretches and long languid looks across the room. you were my motivation and my muse. my homeboy and my future husband….

This man just sent me a pic of myself that he has had in his possession digitally since 1997-98.  Talmbout “I still have a thing for you.” Boo Boo imma need you to have a THING for yourself. It’s called “Pride.” Have you heard of it?  Mind you he found me on Instagram. We may…

I know it’s not cool or modern or progressively female to NOT be okay with being single… But I’M NOT. To be honest, I hate it. It’s a menace and it makes me sad. Not that I’m an unhappy person, that isn’t it. I have wonderful kids and friends and sisters and family and a…

i’m sorry. when i don’t write i feel guilty. and with the pseudo-abandonment of this blog, i have been feeling like shit for over a year now. this is my public promise to do better. to stop using Facebook as a blog forum. to spend as much energy visualizing topics to write about as i…