Does Anyone Else Refer To Their Vagina As A Pocketbook?
-By Erin Wright It’s something about a woman and her pocketbook, a stylish compartment we carry around and hold as if our lives depend on it. Mine contains my wallet,…
You Bitter B*tches Kill Me!
-By Jennifer Wray As we get older, the circle of people we consider “friends” slowly starts to shrink. Our friendship count goes down. Not only have I questioned and terminated…
The Truth Shall Set You Free
-By Shalina Bell “The truth shall set you free” was one of the many phrases my mom implanted in our heads growing up. As a child, when you hear that…
What Will It Take To Satisfy You?
-By Tamara Mckenzie Behind the silhouette of a woman that walks vivaciously through this world, seemingly clothed in confidence, is one that has bandaged her scars with perfection and overachievement.…
Dear 17- Yr Old Me
-By Erin Wright Dear 17-year-old me, Things have really changed. It’s been 15 years! Can you believe it? Unfortunately, your breasts didn’t grow much more, but Honey, the wagon you’re…
The Girl Code
For as long as I can remember, The Girl Code has been the imaginary list of unofficial rules and commandments that shape our friendships. It is surprisingly universal, and nearly unanimous despite…
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.
Why Are You Here?
We’re not here to talk about shopping, we are here to talk about the guy who took me on a date and his girlfriend called my cell phone, minutes after we sat down to dinner. Or the last 3 guys I dated who turned out to be frogs in Prince Charming attire. I’m here to share the feelings that keep me awake at night, tossing and turning. I’m here to share the thoughts that echo the aches of my heart and the faith that keeps me persevering.