A true entertainer. An infamous legend.  He will never be replaced. Never duplicated. RIP

“I wouldn’t be who I am today in the industry, without him. There is not a name bigger in Entertainment” – Ludacris

Stupid girls, originally uploaded by Ms. Palindrome.

To avoid appearing self indulgent, I wanted to share stories of people that I know and/or heard of, and the various situations they encountered during my relationship struggles that made me feel as if my drama was never quite “that” bad. Honestly it’s these stories that keep women, and some men in trouble. We feel that the stories we are listening too over our self implemented- extended lunch breaks, are mountains compared to our molehills. When we should wonder who is listening to our story feeling like our drama is worse than theirs, and rejoice they don’t have to walk in our shoes… Read More

Massive Group Pillow Fight at Union Square in NYC, originally uploaded by everyday_i_live.

If Betty can be called ugly, I guess I have to accept fat. And  not phat like Monique boasts about (although I hear she’s dropped a ton of weight), but I am overweight.  (Not obesely- please don’t get it twisted) I’m as cute as a butter leather Prada bag, but thicker than I should be. Truth be told, this has been a mental struggle all my life that has evolved into a reality. What do I mean? When I was in high school, I was right at 150 lbs. But my neck was thin, my thighs were tight (thanks to the Southwest Dekalb Drill Team), and my stomach was flat. Read More

I’m typically not a broken record however I am a Libra by most of its definitions. We are smart, cute, funny, and indecisive. So when a relationship ended for me, I would normally second guess myself, wondering if I had made the right decision and apparently the men would feel that way as well, because they would be open to dating again.

Now, don’t get it twisted- they would present the idea, but I would accept it, and usually without hesitation. Everyone deserves a second chance so what’s wrong with a third of fourth? I heard Madea say in one of her roles, as long as he is making a different mistake every time, and not the same one over and over, you can work it out.

So, I would do a repetitive song and dance with everyone I dated and later rather, than sooner, eventually call it quits. I would from there go through a series of miscellaneous half hearted relationships, if I can even call them that. Not quit sure if I would ever be able to trust Read More

Well my instincts were right on. We were together again. But this time, being a little older and more mature, I wasn’t impressed with how he was beginning to settle for the glam of his chosen lifestyle. I have wasted so much time in my life, but I was truly displeased with how he was wasting his. Needless to say, it wasn’t for me and we went our separate ways. (Let me reiterate how much I loved this man and how tough this transition would be). Months would go by and I wouldn’t hear from him, but then out of the blue he would call. He would work himself back into my weak spot and we would talk, at first every blue moon then more frequently until it became regular again. At some point the calls, remembering the good times and laughing with him became too much for me. Read More

Couple black swan, originally uploaded by maruli786.

Well of course there were social and personal affects occurring at that same time in my life. When I began GSU, I was instantly attracted to a guy who would eventually be mine. He was a football player, from a more southern part of Georgia, with a baby and baby’s mother that were left behind so he could pursue his all American start (We’ll call him Mr. Football). He was quite a ladies man, with a medium brown complexion, bald head, and broad shoulders. He was so many things to me. He was handsome, funny, smart, athletic, and seemingly sensitive to my “sheltered city girl persona”. We became friends and then we became confidants. He finally saw the light and made me his wife… No. Kidding! It rhymed. Read More

Look Here for a New Career, originally uploaded by Clay Haskell.

I have wanted to be every type of professional there is. I wanted be a doctor, then a lawyer, a teacher (my unfinished bachelor’s degree still haunts my mother), a poet after the movie Love Jones was a hit, then I thought after someone asked me if I watch CSI, that it only made sense that I would pursue a career in forensics!! Needless to say, I left the university I’d chosen because it was far enough away that my parents wouldn’t just pop up unannounced, but close enough to drive home if necessary (not its academic reputation). My mother although disappointed that I was unsuccessful in my degree pursuit, was at the same time happy to have me back at home (which is what I always told myself).  Read More

The beginning (and a little background)…

Well I think it’s only right to start at the beginning, so you will know where I am coming from and I think it will be good for me to recap my life, consider my future even gain a little perspective. I lived in Decatur, GA for more than half my life. My middle- class and rather close family consisted of my mother and father and an older brother. I was and still am a bona fide Daddy’s girl, despite my father’s demise in 1995, a month after my high school graduation. I think that’s where my life sort of changed.

It was difficult for me to see my place in this world without his jokes, his hugs, his love, his stern words, and his special daddy ways. I was actually not allowed on my first date until I was almost 17 years old. I could leave a note for my dad to wash the dishes for me, so I wouldn’t get in trouble by my mom for neglecting my chores (which now I realize was so selfish, he had worked all night and I left more work for him). My dad also taught me how to drive, Read More