Gentleness

I long to be gentle. As long as I’m still cleared for quick comebacks. And dad jokes. Once I ended a joke about the unsteady composition of a rocking chair with “cane just wasn’t able.” I know. It wasn’t funny then, either. I’m here all night! Tip your waiters and waitresses! Back to being gentle….

My Love Life and other Ghost Towns

I’ve always found comfort in running. Not physically, obvs, because people that love actual running are straight up crazy. I will never understand. Never. In my laughably terrible dating life, I have historically gravitated towards the…less desirable, shall we say.  There has definitely been some “I don’t deserve a good man” garbage taking up space…

Tellin’ It Like It T-I- Is

I am not a great Christian. I have a fondness for the word “mofo”, I suffer from road rage, and my downfall has always been sexy black men. Thankfully, I love a God who shows himself strong in my weaknesses. I don’t actually curse (that much), I seldom use communicative hand gestures on the highway,…