How many conversations have you had in your life with a man? A potential boo if you will. Take a few minutes to think about how many men have talked to you…and how many have spoken to you. How many of those men listened to your words and noticed if you draw out your vowels… Read More Talk Is Cheap
Real love is rich, pure, self-sacrificing. Falling in love with my best friend was the best thing to happen to me in years. It happened so slowly. I never expected it to happen. When I say falling in love with your best friend, I don’t mean romantic love. I knew I was in love with… Read More Falling in Love with your Best Friend
Self Love. Self Care. Treatin’ Yo Self. Whatever you call it, we’ve all heard it before. I’m sure we all have our own version of what it means too. To some, self love is buying a new outfit/pair of shoes/purse when we get paid after a long hard week of life. Of course, self love/self… Read More Self Love: Knowing When It’s Time to Love Yourself
What a black man did for my heart He first showed me that I had one I was knew to the concept of feelings and With him…no moment was a sad one We laughed til Our ribs ached We sat down for meals together He showed me the concept of a man making sure there were… Read More Black Love: What A Black Man Did For My Heart
What a time; what a year. It started with a bold goal in the MeditatedMelanin Team GroupMe about three months ago. After daydreaming about the future and what to do next, I told the team that I wanted one thing: “I think we can get, like, 80 people to the Blogsversary this year.” I thought I… Read More M^2: The Second Annual Blogaversary
Ever sit up and make yourself miserable with thoughts of coulda, shoulda, woulda? Yeah I know ,me too. I think as women we always wonder why and what if when it comes to failed relationships. Word of advice my babies, who cares? The best thing you can do after a situation ends is EVACUATE the… Read More Make Room:You are Enough
I’m sitting on my couch right now blasting Yo Gotti in my ears. It’s early enough in the morning for me to write this, but late enough for it to be inconsiderate to call someone and ask if I should. It’s the perfect time for this, actually; I get to write and reflect without feeling… Read More As We Proceed: Happy 2 Years!