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What About Her Calls To You?

What about her calls to you? Is it the way she rolls your name across her lips? The way she twists her hips? Or maybe it’s the grace with which she drops to her knees. Perhaps it’s the way she comes a running when you call? Did she…

My White Friend Called Me Ghetto….

Well actually, she didn’t. But her daughter did. Black activist, calm down for a moment and roll with me  while I explain it. She and and I were chatting and she mentions that while we were talking the night before, her daughter asked her who she was speaking…

I love this…but is that a curse word?

I remember when I started this blog and I told myself that I would not, under any circumstance, compromise myself, my content or my integrity. I never want to sell out or end up in a situation that I don’t want to be in. In life we have…

Ghost…A Real Life Experience

A Night on Cypress What a boring evening. I was home alone, my husband was at work and I had just lain the baby down for the night. I sat on the couch searching for something to watch. I remember wondering why in the hell I wasted so much money…

Ramblings of a Neurotic Writer

Today was a crazy day. I should have a glass of wine. Oh wait, I don’t drink. Shit. I’ll have to suffer the consequences. No, wait that’s stupid. Look at that jackass getting over with no signal. Ok, maybe I’ll just eat a snickers. I think…

My First Love: My Ode to Brooklyn

I am a New Yorker. Take that with a grain of salt because many would disagree and would not label me as true New Yorker. It’s true, I was not born there and I did not spend a lifetime there but once a New Yorker, always a New…

Am I Going Crazy?? Can you explain the unexplainable?

Hey my fellow visionaries and gigglers! I hope everyone had one of those heart stopping, filled with remarkable moments kind of weeks. And if not, I at least hope you had some good coffee. I wanted to hop on here and share a crazy creepy experience that happened to me…

I’m a big girl….

Or am I? When I think about the word “big” I envisage a huge, shapeless mass…and honey, I am NOT shapeless. To the contrary, I am full of curves. But, yes, I am big-er than other women. It hasn’t always been that way…