Forgetting 24.

So I have to be honest, 24 was a blur. Nothing stands out about that age other than nothing stood out about that age. Actually, I do remember something, I was in church ALL THE TIME. I made the 30-minute journey to church at least three times a week and I loved every minute of […]

Broken Friendship {23}.

Two of my closest friendships were on the fritz when I was 23, one of which never recovered. I’m wise enough to know now that when a friendship/relationship doesn’t work out, each person owns some of the blame. The blame-sharing isn’t always 50-50, but each person plays a part in the ending of a relationship. […]

Hating My Job at 22.

Twenty- two was when I realized I hated my job. It’s no wonder though, I was doing something I wasn’t passionate about. On top of that, for the first time in my life, I was broke. I didn’t get a credit card during college, but the day after my birthday, Bank of America called to offer me […]

Twenty- One.

I’d love to say my twenty-first birthday wasn’t a big ole cliche, but shamefully it was. I got white girl wasted in the worst way. Two of my best college girlfriends made me sign a “21 Shots Contract,” where I pledged to take 21 shots that weekend. Great idea. I think I made it to […]

Twenty.

Look at me, sitting in my dorm room, taking what may have been one of my first selfies. Twenty was the year I declared I’d be married by 25. God was probably weak off that, I can’t help but laugh at my 20-year-old self when I think about that now. I was in the first […]

Daylight Saving Time.

Daylight saving time is a curious thing. I don’t understand it and don’t care enough to google it. I know it has to do with the amount of sunlight we get during the day and something with science; but the most important part to me is the extra hour of sleep, even if it’s just […]

Boston & the Other HU.

I’m back in Atlanta (thank God), after an interesting trip. I’m excited to be back home because Boston was a little meh to me. I didn’t meet New Edition, Malia Obama or anyone with a ‘real’ Boston accent. UGH. Anyway, I haven’t been around such a monolithic group of people since my high school AP […]

C.P. Time.

A conference I’m attending this week, which was produced by and overwhelmingly attended by white people started a minute early today. No surprise there. It made me think, if this was run by us, would it have started on time? For the first time in my life, I wondered about the origin of C.P. time. If […]

Takeoff.

I saw a Black pilot in the airport today and watched him in amazement as he sipped his Jamba Juice. I can’t remember the last time I saw a Black pilot or if I’d ever seen one, actually. I’m not a frequent flier, but I’ve been on enough planes in the last 30 years, that […]

Treat, Don’t Trick Yo’self.

I hate Halloween. It’s not a super-saved-Hallelujah-night thing, it’s a I-was-scarred-when-I-was-five-and-now-I-have-PTSD thing. I’ll set the scene for you: I was an innocent kindergartner, celebrating my first Halloween in elementary school and someone thought it was a good idea to take me to the school haunted house. This wasn’t just a cute little haunted house either. My […]