As the product of teenage parents, I’ve been blessed to have a grandmother with wisdom, learned experiences and a view that was always outside of the box. She is a fine woman. She has class, brains and a big ass heart! A heart that has truly loved me unconditionally and
I have been thinking a lot about the actual meaning of the word “friendship” and the individuals I consider to be my friends. I found myself doing the tango about this topic, mainly because it is a sensitive topic to write about. Not because someone will think I’m specifically talking
I’ve always said that marriage brings about this unknown expectation. We don’t know where it comes from nor how it develops, we just know it exist. How? Because with every debatable encounter with our spouses, our minds and at times, our mouths say, “you knew that” or “you should know
Lately I’ve been in deep thought about my friends. My social media friends to be exact. Small things I see in some of them scream insecure, but I also wonder, what is different in their actions compared to mine? So, let’s explore. Social media gets on my everlasting nerve. Seriously.