Elegies.

I'm still writing poems about him. I don't think that will ever end.   Elegy. 16. Perhaps I always knew I would end up near you, my dear, departed one, near the streets you once walked upon, near the air you once had the privilege to breathe. Somehow that dreaded constant summer began to call …

Salon/Stylist Stories.

Our intriguing, perplexing, awesome, mind-boggling, revolutionary, interesting, and life-changing relationship/journey began when I was 11 years old. This was when my mother took me to my first hair salon. It was owned by a Ghanaian woman who ran the salon from her apartment. I was terrified. No surprise there. If you know anything about me so far, …

Meanwhile, in Paris…

I think this Parisienne embodies my future life in the City of Lights. In every way you can think of. Bursting with a thousand words, and I agree with every letter. Happy Friday, and bon weekend, mes amis.

where to next?

After my traveling whirlwind within the past few months (London and Germany and Paris, oh my...and Luxembourg, too), it's certainly a popular question I get from friends and family: where to next? Below are some of the places on my list to visit hopefully sooner than later, depending on how things play out in the …

Fabu Fashion Wednesday: Springtime Fakery.

Meteorologically speaking, it's spring. In real time, however, a dreary cloudiness continues to cast an endless shadow over our atmosphere, bringing with it daily rainfall and cooler-than-average breezes. I won't comment on the side eye I give anyone that tries to remind me of rain and flowers and things growing. (There goes that positive attitude. Le sigh.) Anyway, as you …

Romper Room.

So I stopped wearing shorts sometime around the late 90s/early 2000s. There was no real reason. I recall looking at myself in the mirror one day and deciding that I was no longer in PE class. Therefore: no more shorts. (Deep down, though, summertime and the meeting of thighs...you get my drift, lady out there.) Anyway, …