It’s Hard out Here for a Chick: the Dating Scene
“If you want to get married, you might want to leave DC.” When a reader recently took me up on my solicitation for blog requests, I recalled that advice from some single black women a few years my senior. The…
Who Wants to Date Anymore?
A girlfriend posed this question as we discussed matters of the heart. She said she might end things with the man who held hers. Since it had long been in his possession and he didn’t seem to know what to…
Hope Floats: Confessions of an Unapologetic Hopeless Romantic
When one of my besties surveyed the DVD collection in my living room, she shook her head and proclaimed, “Sheryl, forever the hopeless romantic.” When my brother came to the same conclusion during a recent conversation, I wanted to hang…
He Is Who He Is – Really (A Second Look at Jay-Z and Beyonce)
I write this begrudgingly. First, I stand behind what I said in my last post about Jay-Z’s public adoration of baby Blue and the fact that it’s not quite on par with his praise for wife Beyonce. I still believe that…
The Lady Who Killed Him
I pronounced the gentleman dead, but who killed him? I wish I could say it was Miss Scarlet in the conservatory with a candlestick, but the clues suggest it was less dramatic than that. It was likely a series of events…
The Death of the Gentleman
I miss him. We cross paths every once in awhile, as he holds a door here or offers a seat there, but our time together is brief. And there is one area in which I miss him most: the dating…