On a solo retreat, when my private grotto became a lipsync stage. Enjoying the breeze and Rihanna's Love on the Brain in Jamaica.
I have to be because I have sought after it since I was a young girl. Before I was a woman. Before I had my first kiss. Before I left my parents home, I wanted a home of my own. I wanted to feel safe in someone's arms, to know that they were my family… Continue reading Am I Addicted to Love?
Between today and my last post, it's been 3 months! I have visited Montego Bay, Jamaica... Toronto, Canada... Condado, Puerto Rico... London, UK... and La Habana Vieja, Cuba... to name a few. I have also relocated to Chicago, IL from Dallas, TX. A lot has transpired during my hiatus. And as much as I will… Continue reading Hit Reset, Take a Break, But NEVER Quit
Today, while walking around Chicago, on my way to the blue line, I saw a letter tumbling in the wind. It didnt take long to figure out that it was a love letter and a heartfelt one at that. It was beautiful to me that this man felt so strongly about this woman, Ada. I… Continue reading A Love Letter Lost in Chicago
I remember sitting, during the last days of high school, in the senior section, with a large group of chatting girls. The only thing every senior student could think about, at that point, was the future. The imminent possibilities that laid ahead of us. The opportunities that would surely be handed to us in the coming years.… Continue reading #tbt Miss Independent, Get Your Ass Back in the Kitchen!
We were seated in a bustling bar in midtown Atlanta only a couple hours after my flight landed. Publik, it was called. Somehow we lucked up with the only two cushy armchairs cattacornered with a view of the entire quaint space. We'd met many times before, often ending up somewhere to talk, away from our… Continue reading WanderLust (or Love), in Bar, in early Fall, in Midtown Atlanta