Well after people get over the fact that I’m hardly home (but always reppin’), they ask, as a nomad, how…
To My Future Husband, Wherever You Are
“To My Future Husband, Wherever You Are, I Know Who You Are Because God has shown me who I am. You are the only one who can handle…..” [click link to continue]
WanderLust (or Love), a Curly-American Walks into a Spaniard Bar… (Segunda Parte)
“Another round?” Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. ”Guapa. You are having fun?” Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. “Yes! And I’m going dancing with you tonight!” His eyes widened as he smiled. “Bryan me invita!” I explained in my broken Spanish.
A Tribute to Our Black Generation: Woke & Positive (part three)
[Read page one: Occupying Ferguson… and page two: Conquering Fear] Although I was absolutely willing to put my life on…
Am I Addicted to Love?
I have to be because I have sought after it since I was a young girl. Before I was a…
Hit Reset, Take a Break, But NEVER Quit
Between today and my last post, it's been 3 months! I have visited Montego Bay, Jamaica… Toronto, Canada… Condado, Puerto…
Solo Traveling While Black, Is It Safe? (Rule #2)
Read… Solo Traveling While Black, Is It Safe? (Rule #1) So I told you about my mini-solo travel experience in Hong…
One Night in Town: Things To Do ANYWHERE in the World
You have a long layover between cities that you want to take advantage of or you are being an adventurer…
Being 20-Something
Now that the big 3-0 is almost here, Im waiting to exhale from mostly escaping the frustrating agist stereotypes of our society. I look in the mirror, still seeing my 18 year old appearance, but knowing there’s so much more underneath. I see a living testament to the mind being your most powerful God-given asset. You will become what you believe.
Moving into Miami Monday Only to Evacuate Tuesday!
I’ve lived in Miami for all of 5 minutes and it’s time to evacuate. So here I am, sitting in a Tallahassee airport at 3am writing about Miami instead of enjoying it. And of course I can’t think about Miami without thinking about my time in Cuba. [click the link for more]
A Tribute to Our Black Generation: Conquering Fear (part two)
[Read page one: Occupying Ferguson]At that time in 2014, I was tangled deep into the black web of Tumblr. The…
A Tribute to Our Black Generation: Occupying Ferguson (part one)
Three years ago, today, I was driving in heavy stop-and-go Atlanta traffic. Per usual, I expected to reach maximum frustration…
