In one of my frequent phone conversations with my good friend Kofi, I heard a familiar sound in the background. “I know which episode of A Different World that is!” I remarked. I was wrong and Kofi reveled in it with a rib at my expense. “You know what, you’re right. It is the telethon... Continue Reading →
An Ode to Self-Care 43: “Ribbon in the Sky”
https://www.youtube.com/embed/bANgta79k50 In the summer of 1991, my aunt told her five-year old niece and nephew she would be away until they were in fifth grade. My sister and I did not quite comprehend what she meant about college or time apart for a period equivalent to our lifetime. Without allusion to anyone’s age, my aunt... Continue Reading →
My Summer Rewind: An Ode to Self-Care 11-“Palmolive”
https://www.youtube.com/embed/NSn_r2w-idg “Palmolive” by Freddie Gibbs featuring Killer Mike and Pusha T puts me into a zone. It’s easy to get caught up in the perfect vibe as the emcees to wax poetic about their past pursuits to make money over super producer Madlib’s sampled-soundbed, “Cry of a Dreamer” by the Sylvers. The lyrics sound like... Continue Reading →
Growing Up and Springtime in the Atlanta University Center
It's the first day of spring, it's snowing in New York, and it's that time of the year when I miss living in Atlanta badly. In Georgia, the "out like a lamb" portion of March is seventy degrees, and the dogwoods have begun to bud leaving that weird floral smell in the air. The thought... Continue Reading →
Coming Full Circle
I don't usually post on Sundays. Other than The Weekend In Pictures I don't think I've ever written on a Sunday. There's been a lot going on in my life these days and when the time is right I will divulge in great detail with hints of humor along the way. I do have something... Continue Reading →
Dear Old Morehouse
On this morning ten years ago I was up after a restless night wondering what the next chapter of my life would be like. I was seventeen years old and at around 11:30 AM I was flying to Atlanta for college. I hated my senior year of high school and was ready to leave Long... Continue Reading →
SpelHouse Graduation
Social media is something else. When I graduated from high school ten years ago, you were balling if your cell phone had a camera. More than likely you didn't. Your memories were mostly 4x6 glossy photos in which the best one or two you put in your scanner and you asked your friends who knew... Continue Reading →
The Morning After
There's a lot to write about this week. Still have another flight, going from visiting Atlanta to being a Hurricane Sandy refugee, and it being a year since the final chapter of my relationship with my fiance closed. With that said I will start with homecoming. It's 7:28 AM, and I'm on my cousin's porch... Continue Reading →
The Weekend in Pictures: Homecoming Edition
There's a lot to write about this weekend so here are the family friendly photo moments. I have plenty of time to write as we are stuck here due to Hurricane Sandy. To my Morehouse and Spelman followers if there are other pictures floating around I didn't leave you out to be mean but to... Continue Reading →
Do it Again pt. 1: Homecoming
With my alma mater's homecoming around the corner its been that time if year where I get nostalgic. I don't know what it is, maybe its something about the crisp air that reminds me of leaving New York nine years ago and starting my adult life or it feeling like the beginning of a New... Continue Reading →