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.

You Make It Better

You make breathing easier. For so long I’ve held my breath as I feared breathing would mean I had to live through another moment of uncertainty. You make looking in the mirror everyday exciting. For so long I couldn’t look myself in the eyes, the reflection staring back at me ashamed of the many erroneous

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.

Throwback Thursday

Can we go back to sitting outside in the park, talking, laughing, enjoying the night, the stars, getting to know one another?

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”. 

What Happened to Feelings?

There is a calm that washes over me when I think about this love An indescribable “feeling”. And although most would argue that you should be healed completely or finished working on the perfect you-you’d like to be for your next relationship, that doesn’t mean it’s going to work or last. It’ll only work or last if you choose to make it work. A hard lesson learned, but one so worthwhile.

Squeezing, Sneezing and Asking the Kids When They’re Leaving

When your exercise routine traumatizes the kids!!! So THIS post is going to be one of my short blog posts, as I’m almost embarrassed to write it, but I have to share this with you all. With Trump currently being the head idiot in charge, and life feeling out of control (you know being single,

Hot Flashes, and Eyelashes

When you’re trying to be “HOT”, but not literally…… As a single woman in Atlanta, you realize how FIERCE the competition is, so it’s human nature to want to “step your game up”, if you will. There are women out here who’s bodies look like something fresh out of a 90’s Mystikal video, and the