big bag, small bag.

Once upon a time, our fair chocolate princess was at work and in the middle of typing when a sharp pain shot though her wrist. Of course, she gazed at her wrist as if the body part could communicate why it did this to her. Thankfully, there was no answer (talking body parts may be cute in …

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 …

On Smart Cookies.

Let's celebrate this Throwback Thursday with a 'lil story/psychoanalysis/discussion/boatloadof unanswerable questions, shall we? I'll start by saying this: I'm a smart cookie. No shade or ego. I simply own my intelligence. And if you haven't done the same thing, please do. You're not walking around telling perfect strangers that you know it all. You're just …

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 …

Bonjour, December.

I welcomed the new month with a high puff, a little red lippie, and a sweater/turtleneck combo because it's currently freezing in Dallas. Yes, you read that right.  ​​ Welcome to the last month of the year. Wherever you are, may you remain warm and toasty.  (I'm 4 years natural this month, y'all! So the …