FOR MY WIVES

With each dawn comes another tired tirade seeking to convince me that, “women get wahala,” “women can’t control their feelings,” “women can’t lead,” women this and women that. But this post(er) does not give half a hoot about any of that. It’s just a great day for me, because it’s a day to celebrate womenContinue reading “FOR MY WIVES”

ANOTHER CLICHÉ LOVE STORY

Nina fixed her hair in the full-length mirror reclining on her bedroom wall. Her turquoise dress clung to her body for dear life, grabbing on to the arcs that undulated on her chest and past her waistline. Nina knew she looked her best tonight, but then again, she always did. She did one last twirlContinue reading “ANOTHER CLICHÉ LOVE STORY”

LOVE IS NOT A REAL THING

Abandonment. Loss. Emptiness. These are the words that I associate with love. In my thirty-three years of enduring life, the only thing I’ve learned about love is that it leaves. I’ve read many books and listened to talks about how one must allow oneself to taste love; to be vulnerable enough to let even theContinue reading “LOVE IS NOT A REAL THING”