I’m In Love With A Man I Put In “The Friend Zone.”
I’m in love with a man I put in the friend zone. There, I said it. I’m in love with a man that I put in the friendzone, and now…
To Bae, On Valentine’s Day Pt. 2
Dear Future Husband, Last year on this day I wrote you a letter in which I shared my desire to get to know more about you and our life together.…
What’s the craziest thing you ever did to a guy while you were in a relationship?
I was on Facetime with a guy-friend last night, and we were chit-chatting about random b.s. He went silent for a second while looking at his phone, and then he…
Dear Singles, Cuffing Season Is Upon Us
So far, on this blog, I’ve introduced you to breadcrumbing and situationships. Today, we dive into “Cuffing Season.”
Dear Naomi Osaka,
Unfortunately, at no fault of your own, your moments of on-court greatness and the chance to celebrate were obscured by controversy. My heart broke into pieces as I watched you hide your tears underneath your black Adidas visor. Naomi, I want you to know there are so many women who feel for you, applaud you, and support you.
He Taught Me How To Sing A Praise Song
This playlist is a collection of gospel songs I cannot deny. Songs that move my soul and ignite my spirit. Lost in these songs, I realize I am never alone. Neither are you.
The Start Up
How do you write a book? Where do you start? How do I get published? Is my writing even good enough to get published? What are successful authors writing about? What category do I want to write in? Do I need a ghost writer? A co-author?
To Bae, On Valentine’s Day
This year I’m celebrating another Valentine’s Day without you, but I cannot wait to spend a lifetime of them with you in our future. I imagine waking up next to you on this special day and thanking God. I will thank him for every year I woke up alone because it was that time that he was preparing us both. I will look over at you while you are still sleeping but I say a quick prayer over you.
You’re Too Picky
I usually meet that comment with my normal eye roll and a fake chuckle. I’m so used to hearing it now that I’ve actually thrown out my entire defense. I’m sad to admit that as much as I hate that “picky” label, I just quietly accept it. I’m told my tastes will mature as I get older. I won’t care about things as frivolous as clean sneakers or how he says goodbye when he hangs up the phone.
This Is 31.
Today, I turn 31 years old. I told myself I was going to keep the number associated with this birthday quiet, but I’ll be honest, as ugly as the number sounds. I’m excited to see what 31 brings.
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