Some call it the new normal, some call it a new galaxy. Either way, we are sailing onto new seas...there is no going back. The mothership has touched down. You coming?

Generalizations are dangerous.

All black people do not love crab legs but if 5 of my black friends love crab legs, I may ignorantly generalize black people’s diets based on my ecosystem or sphere of influence.

My dreams are revealing rebirths and resurrections. I share 3 separate dreams that gave me comfort, clarity and affirmed a positive future.

Self-care is cool and all but you ever had a soul check? As in asked yourself some tough questions? Like....do you want friends or are you low-key seeking approval and praise from folks who are probably seeking the same affirmation from folks.....this week on as the world turns.

Beyoncé or any of my favorite pop culture entertainers are not above critique. Art is subjective. We can all agree that some things just hit different.

Commentary on #blackAF. What’s “winning” anyway?

It’s the end of the world and kids are on drugs. The kids are finding themselves. The kids are creating a new world. This is evolution.

Calling all lovers. If you have my number, hit me up. Let’s connect over coffee or tea. Don’t come with the drama. It’s a time for love.

Everyone is silently grieving. Let’s get back to human basics. Talk to me nice....we’re in the middle of a f*cking pandemic!