Those that know me, know my first love is food. Aside from busting out moves on the dance floor-I grew up in the kitchen. As a child I learned early on how to strip the skin off of chicken thighs and clean out the crevices. I learned how to properly wash the chicken with white […]Read more "“Food For The Body Is Not Enough. There Must Be Food For The Soul”-Dorothy Day"
Do you still care about Black History Month? My younger brother posed this question to me one day after a very long week. I looked up from devouring my dinner of tender salmon and steamed vegetables. Do I still care about Black History Month? I thought as I tried to decipher whether or not he […]Read more "Black History Month: Do You Still Care?"
I remember being in the middle of a panic attack while alone in my apartment. The walls were closing in on me and I had the urge to just start walking. I grabbed my gray sweatshirt and keys. Skipping the elevator, I took the back stairwell hoping to avoid overly friendly neighbors-I wasn’t in the […]Read more "Do What You Love-It Just May Save Your Life"
My frustration goes beyond the damage of my brand new car. I would be a real asshole if that was the root of my frustration. I could care less about the car-it’s fixable right? I’m not going to moan and groan about a damaged vehicle when there are mothers and fathers walking in the cold […]Read more "Miss Me With The Bulls%#!"
I remember being in the sixth grade and one of my classmates became pregnant. Everyone talked about it. We all knew she had a ninth grade boyfriend. There were a few sixth grade girls that would skip school to spend the day with their high school boyfriends. Fast forward to high school, there were a […]Read more "Don’t Ask Me About A Baby"