Sunday we drove to Ft. Greene for date night since he’d never eaten at Madiba’s. According to the New York magazine the quaint restaurant with its native decor was the first South African restaurant in America. After finishing our mushroom sautéed steak, fresh fish of the day and wine we headed back to [...]Continue Reading →
It was one of those beautiful Saturday afternoons where the sunlight reflected off the bold walls in my colossal bedroom. Five o’clock had rolled around and I was still sprawled across my bed staring at the ceiling. My mood was a mix between melancholy and anger over a disagreement I’d had [...]Continue Reading →
Tears hit my black keyboard as I typed through my anger, frustration, sadness of a seven-year-old girl killed by police gunfire while they served a no-knock warrant at her home in Detroit. Her name was Aiyana Jones. My head hurt. My heart ached. That was May 16, 2010.
Almost two months [...]Continue Reading →
“I don’t even want to cry. I think about her daughter, her mother, the people in her family. And I just think ‘how dare me cry.’”- Kelly Rowland
How dare we cry at the loss of our beautiful, soul belting beloved icon when her mother, daughter, her family mourn her loss. That hasn’t stopped the [...]Continue Reading →
Any party you’d want to attend in this city is held Monday thru Thursday. From artist’s listening sessions to film screenings to magazine issue release parties, it all goes down after work during the week. Partying on the weekend you will find a bunch of Long Islanders, Jersey Shore types and tourists. Folks tend to [...]Continue Reading →
“You almost feel ashamed. That someone could be that important that without them you feel like nothing.”
The first time I watched Rihanna’s “We Found Love” was like staring in a mirror watching my life with an ex sans smoking 20 cigarettes at once or sitting in a tub full of water fully clothed. [...]Continue Reading →
“…These streets will make you feel brand new. Big lights will inspire you.” – “Empire State of Mind”
On Thursday my best friend flew in from Ohio to celebrate her 28th birthday with me. It was her first time in NYC since she was a child and we hadn’t seen each other in over three [...]Continue Reading →
It’s 4:15 a.m. Nas’ “Book of Rhymes” is playing on low. I know every bar and this is one of my favorite joints by the man I’ve loved since I was 11-years old. I had two stories due tonight. I finished them hours ago and now I can’t sleep. After posting both of the articles [...]Continue Reading →
“Once a dancer, always a dancer.” – Iris Rosa
I used to be a dancer.
Initially I hated ballet. It was too girly I had decided. A Black leotard, pink tights, a pink tutu and pink ballet shoes wasn’t my idea of fun. I was more of the bike riding, swimming, reading type. My mother [...]Continue Reading →
I miss riding in cars with boys. Cars with big rims and two 15″ subwoofers in the trunk blasting the latest T.I. or Jeezy mixtape.
I miss my best friend. His smile. Rollin’ with him everywhere. Everything being on him. I hope you got me when I come home, dude.
And my other best friend, [...]Continue Reading →