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.
Letters From An Ex
We began talking and quite frankly I can't remember much of the conversation, but a bit out of nowhere she asked me "Do you still miss him Ashley?"
Burning The Midnight Oil
Last month, I was complaining to a coworker about how I had felt like I would look up after 3-4 hours of work and feel like I accomplished about 10% of what I had imagined. She quite enthusiastically recommended that I give the Pomodoro technique a go.
Introducing: #WCW
Last week she published a piece over at IndireWire detailing her own experience with sexual harassment and assault in the film industry. Her ability to speak her truth while remaining full of tact and grace is admirable.