This little recipe is something I picked up from my dear mother. Think of it as a Southern twang on a Pain Perdu. The special ingredient just happens to be eggnog or more specifically the bourbon that I put in the eggnog.
"You met the best motherfucker in your life." These are the words that my ex-boyfriend spoke to me months after we ended our relationship and he still couldn't let go. He wanted to take credit for something that he could not take credit for: making me who I am.
There’s a superstition for almost any scenario and many of these old wives’ tales and anecdotes are associated with luck or the lack of it.
I've come to learn how to embrace being different from my freckles and kinky hair to my long legs. Here's why I love all of my "differences" that make me unique.
9 Things I Wish I Knew About Sex In My 20’s That I Know Now
I am a woman who knows exactly what she wants from a lover. I want someone who is strong but knows how to be gentle when the mood is right. Not that I’m too demanding, but I’m very vocal about what I expect in the bedroom. If you’re going to venture into my queendom, you’d better come correct. I can say all of this now, but a few years ago it was a totally different story. I was very shy and timid about sex. [Read more…]
The longer it took and the more hair I saw drop to my feet, the more worried I got. I kept talking to him through the process to make sure he wasn't going too short. All the while he was assuring me that he was doing what he could.
TLC For A PYT: A Letter To Black Girls Who’ve Been Forgetting To Be Good To Themselves
I’d been forgetting to be good to myself, and I lost part of me along the way. Now I’m trying my hardest to get back to being that spunky, fearless woman I love and admire.