The Artist and The Musician

Whenever they got together, it was as if they fit like the needle to the grooves of your favorite 12 inch. The anticipation of being in the presence of the other made every breathe deeper, made both hearts beat faster and somehow they could feel themselves redeveloping childhood butterflies even though they’ve known each other for years.

HER…

Her smile, when she smiles the world feels like a better place to those who are privy to it

Deep Thoughts, In My Sleep

I have no Inkling where this came from, but I rolled over in the middle of the night, and penned it.

Black Women Aren’t Angry

Let’s keep it “Trill” for a moment, shall we?
As a black woman, I’m expected to be pretty, not just pretty but flawlessly so. Lest someone better come along and take my man.

Epiphanies Are Good, Right?

She sat across from her daughter, as the tears flowed, she wasn’t aware of the profound effect that the apology would have on her. she had no idea that she’d been waiting years to hear it.

She’s Pretty Much Rambling…

But read it anyway… Here it is, the 2nd day of the year already (or at least it was when I started this blog post, knowing me, it’ll probably be the 3rd or the 5th before I finish this, but I am), and I’m doing my 1st blog of 2018. Wasn’t really sure what to

Taking A Shot At Love

“hmmm, he’s a lot cuter in person, should I invite him in? And how thoughtful of him to bring flowers”. 

Careful, Or You’ll Break Her

She’s not as resilient as she used to be… Why is it that the older we get, the harder it is to heal from falls, cuts, bruises, or hell even the common cold seems to last longer in our 40’s. I’m an awkwardly-clumsy person who falls at least 3 times per year, and as the