...we did a photo shoot in the City of Lights during our trip. One of my girls is developing a travel site and wanted some shots of the three of us gallivanting around the city. Here are three of my favorite shots (honestly, all of the photos are my favorite); I'll share more as we merrily …
Government Names: Random Memory #4
No, I'm still not going to tell you what mine is. Just know that very few people can spell it. By people, I mean most of the young women and men who work behind the counters of Starbucks shops in my area, in other areas, in all the areas in the world. (For the record, …
The Seamstress.
I'm spoiled rotten. I am. You see, whenever I see photos of lovely dresses and skirts and outfits, particularly with African fashion, I just head over to my mom's room, bat my medium-sized eyelashes (why do boys get long eyelashes? Can someone explain this to me?), and sweetly ask if she can recreate the look. After …
Its Course is Fixed.
“So quietly flows the Seine that one hardly notices its presence. It is always there, quiet and unobtrusive, like a great artery running through the human body. In the wonderful peace that fell over me it seemed as if I had climbed to the top of a high mountain; for a little while I would …
would you like a magazine?
When I was a teenager, the answer to that question would have been yes, yes, a thousand times, yes. Back then, I was a connoisseur of all things glossy reading materials: the goal was to spend every bit of my pocket money (the African parent's version of allowance) on any magazine I could feast my eyes …
because it’s Wednesday.
Oh, hello. Have we met before? Only in my dreams, you say? I suppose you're right. Maybe we can discuss turning those dreams into reality? That villa in Italy won't be the same without you. (By the way, you're buying us a villa in Italy.) Happy Wednesday, party people. He's mine. Onwards and upwards...
Meanwhile, in Paris…
...I don't know what it is about Parisian doors. Maybe it's the promise of all the macarons that await me inside? Could it be the handsome homme who awaits me inside, armed with the yummy crepes that he made me for brunch? Or maybe it's the lovely architecture of the les portes themselves, so artistic and majestic and ready to …
relax…relate…release…
This past weekend, I had a much-needed, long-overdue massage. Incidentally, one of my former masseuses mentioned that I should be doing these once a month. As lovely as that sounds, since Idris hasn't yet proposed, my income just doesn't allow for that yet. But with the increase in my exercise regimen (I've joined the back-to-back …
calling all big heads.
Let's get right to it, shall we? For most of my days on this planet, I've been reminded by my mother about how this thing that sits on my neck nearly cost her her life. If you have a large coconut, I'm sure you've heard similar stories from your mom. And lest you think Mom …
Fall in Love.
I've talked about body image/self image on here more times I can link or number. It's an important thing to me. Having struggled for so, so long with a dangerous, damaging view of myself and my physical body (there was quite some mental/emotional toxicity going on, too), and having crossed to that other side where …
This Square Peg. 