Autumn Promises. (#3)

Dear Autumn, I promise not to blame you for not being the traditional you in a state where it's summer year-round. It's not your fault that heat lives in every tiny corner in this lone star state. (And I've been promised at least 70-degree days, even if the leaves won't wholly turn, so I'll take it.) …

because it’s Wednesday.

Did you miss Wednesdays with This Square Peg? Here's a mea culpa for my absence: Liev Schreiber has eyes that will find their ways into your soul. He also has a voice that will drive you slightly crazy. He's also immensely talented, with a quiet, still intensity that always captures my attention when he's onscreen. …

fruit salad.

Can I tell you how much I miss my tropical paradise/coconut/fruit salad? I will. December 2016 was the last time I: saw my curls got the chance to detangle as I go run my fingers through my kinks engaged in hours-long twisting sessions while catching a movie on the Netflix  "tamed" these edges before pushing …

because it’s Wednesday.

It's been a while since we discussed Wednesday lovelies. Here's one for your consideration. You know how I feel about him. I discussed his blueprint status here. Before my dear Idris, it was him. It's still him. You know how you'll never forget your fourth-grade crush even though you're now in college and your current "true …

slay-o’clock.

Well, it was bound to happen. I fell off the wagon. I went back 100 steps. I lost the mojo. In other words: I returned to my sloppily-dressed ways. I've mentioned to you that way back in the day, because of weight and lack of self-esteem and not really knowing who I was as a …

“edge control”? 

Who are the scientists or hairologists that create the gel for those of us with edges that have temperamental minds of their own? They need to work harder. Because people like me with edges like me laugh at these gels, these silly things that do absolutely nothing to tame these rebellious follicles that rest on …