I Can’t Hang

What to wear when you're hungover

I can’t hang.

I mean, I can. But not the way I used to.

On Friday I went to dinner with my girlfriends. A catch up session that turned into us closing the restaurant down (if I recall, correctly).

The drinks were two for one.

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See Myself Online

Times Square in New York

There’s been all this talk online that there is too much diversity on TV.

The few scripted dramas that are centered around the lives of brown people are, now, considered #tewmuch.

I like seeing my image on TV.

And it makes me think about the kind of content and images that I crave online.

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Dear New York, Thank You for the Sign

I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here. 

New York at Night

All I needed is a sign, God.

Just a sign.

I plead with God daily about many things. But mostly, just for a sign. That this is the right direction. That this is where He would have me go.

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I’m Not Bougie

i'm not bougie

My brother’s girlfriend called me a bougie b*tch.

That isn’t the story here. Ain’t got sh*t to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention.   

“There is a lot of beauty in this city,” Allan said. “As you know, and now, I think you’re getting to see the,” he paused, “coldness of this place.”

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