Yeah, I said it. Because as I scrolled through my timeline this past weekend, all I saw was people doing the absolute most on this Profoundly app. For those who are as clueless as I was a few days ago, Profoundly is an app you can embed into your Facebook profile that allows your Facebook friends to … Continue reading Some of Y’all PROFOUNDLY P*SSY
I know, I know, you clicked on this blog to check on my mental health and to make sure I’m not high, right? But before you call the men in the white an with the straight jackets, hear me out for a few minutes ... please ... I promise, the discussion is at least worth … Continue reading Why Kodak Black is Important (Noooo, but For Real Though)
Nipsey Hussle died this weekend. The shit hurt my heart and I don’t even know that man ... and I’ve never been the type to get wrapped up in celebrity shit beyond the entertainment value. But this one hurt. We all watched as people gathered in the streets. We watched as the police arrested the … Continue reading R.I.P Nipsey Hussle: Conspiracy Theories and Black People
I'm single single. So I've been dating dating. And when I tell you that I've had some ... let's just say ... some, ahem, experiences ... I mean, I've had experiences experiences. But none of them set my aggy train a'rumblin' more than the "Send me a pic," head azz type of dude. That's right, … Continue reading Misadventures in Dating in 2019: STOP ASKING HER FOR PICS!
This week’s lesson is less about what I learned about me this week … And more about what I learned about the world. You know, like a proverbial light bulb moment, only this light bulb was turned out a while ago. In fact, I wrote a whole blog about this light bulb moment last year, called … Continue reading My Struggle, My Identity, My Life is NOT FOR SALE!
My paternal grandmother was an amazingly creative woman who had a hand for calligraphy and making pottery. Her sister was an incredible baker, who would construct beautiful, multi layered cakes with intricate decorations … from scratch! My maternal uncle was a wonderful artist, a master of charcoals and pencils.
My family ain't shit! And while they’re now all here thanks to that sentence up there … Let’s talk about why. My mother is flawed, just like every other human being, but she her advice is flawless with and end goal of pushing me to be better … better than I am today … better … Continue reading Thankful AF! My Family Ain’t Shit
When I speak to black men my age (and older), I get this general consensus that they feel invisible; like no one believes them about the things with which they struggle. Of course this wasn’t explicitly articulated to me in these words, But as I went through this week’s conversation, I started thinking about other … Continue reading The LadyWrites82 Presents: The People Series: Episode 5: The Case of the Invisible Black Man
I used to think men were some sort of secret maze. But then I had a son … And I realized that they are just really tall, little boys with a range of emotions and experiences layered atop. Now, I don’t mean that in any demeaning sense, but simply that they are more vulnerable and … Continue reading TheLadyWrites82 Presents: The People Series — Episode 3: Men are Just Tall Boys … and That’s OK