We Can’t Be Friends
I became more careful about ‘platonic’ relationships after a male friend told me in a stern, exasperated tone that he had been ‘waiting on’ me for more than a year. As he aired his grievances, I played dumb, insisting I…
The Men I Have Loved
Have I told you lately that I love you? I wondered that a few weeks ago when I came across a writing prompt via Twitter: write a love letter to black men. Since I do indeed love black men and…
Excuse Me, Miss. Your Insecurities are Showing.
Even the most confident among us have them – physical traits, characteristics, and aspects of our upbringings that we have tried to wish away. Most of us only confess our biggest insecurities – the ones whose public disclosure might send…
Should Women Expect Men to Love Us More?
There were several interesting sound bites from Oprah’s interview with Grammy Award-winning singer Rihanna. When it aired Sunday on OWN, commentary flooded the information superhighway. One sound bite in particular caught my interest. When asked what wisdom her grandmother imparted,…
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…
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…
