I hated for a minute that I got caught up in the hype of starting a New Year and the subsequent New Year, New Me attitude that follows. You guys know I take stock in my life, evaluating what can enter a new year with me...
Kay. So I may or may not be kiiiiind-of dating this guy. I find him handsome, smart, kind, important, hilarious, intimidatingly well-dressed and I hate to say this about men of color, but, articulate. Here’s the thing. He’s a little different than what I’m used to. His outfits for...
It’s about that time for me, when I decide what I’m bringing with me into the new year. December is a very cleansing month for me. I try my best to let of anything that is no longer serving me (clothing, shoes, people, clutter in...
In college, I had this sociology class that I really enjoyed. Once, I don't remember the exact assignment but we had to talk about a time when we had to be the first one to do something, spurring change. I remember talking about my decision to...
When I first moved into my apartment, I was worried that I made a mistake. My last apartment was on the fourth floor and in a relatively quiet neighborhood. There’s a lot going on in my new ‘hood. I have Second Avenue Subway construction going on at...
I met with my Girls Write Now mentee on Sunday. She has a Scholastic essay competition that we’re getting ready for. We decided to combine two of our first prompts together to create a short story. When we were paired together at the start of the school...
Saturday will make it exactly three months since I was laid off. I’m not saying it for pity or sympathy. I’m okay. Really, I promise. In this really weird way, I’ve become whom I wanted to be when I first moved to New York City. I was...
The other day I got to thinking—oh, hai Carrie Bradshaw, is that you? I always say that our appearances give off little clues to our inner workings, but do they really? I’ll use myself for an example. I’m in a transformative state. I can see that now....
If we’re to believe F. Scott Fitzgerald, life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. Though, I will say, there is something about getting dressed once the air gets crisp that is exciting to me. It is a chance to begin again… but...
I feel like Kanye West gets a bad rap—wait, wait. Hear me out.
You probably should know up front that I will absolutely and freely admit that I am a Kanye West advocate. While I’m not joining the church of Yeezianity anytime soon, or ever for that matter, it must be acknowledged that man drops bombs.
Plus, I like a man who isn’t afraid to take style risks. I mean, look at Kim. He changed her whole aesthetic and somehow, by the grace of Riccardo Tisci, got the fashion industry to forget she used to peddle Sketchers in Hervè Leger bandage dresses (see, I didn’t even have to mention that other thing).