How was your weekend, wherever you are? Mine was delicious. Not only because of the food I ate (and yeah, I keep eating like my metabolism is 16 years old and not close to a brand new decade; we will discuss later), but because Texas gave us two beautiful, sunny, warm, breezy days that were …
be our guest.
There we all are, sitting in our living room in our old house in Ghana, surrounded by endless laughter and fascinating conversations. My parents are there; also uncles, aunts, various relatives, and longtime family friends that might as well be kin to us, being that I've known them and have been around them for as …
because it’s Wednesday.
This is certainly unprecedented. We greet Wednesday with not just one person, but five of them. (Well, still one, but we'll talk about that in a second.) Let me tell you how I discovered New Edition. Back in the 80s, the kids in school would sing, over and over again, "sunny days..." But they would …
back to black.
After a year of red hair (which was my third time being a slight redhead), I went back to black--jet black--this weekend. She got colored and also received a much-welcomed shape-up/slight haircut. As much as I love making color changes to my hair, here's the main reason why black wins every single time: Had to …
Meanwhile, in Paris…
...champagne on the balcony with the Le Tour Eiffel peeking at you from behind those trees. I want to go back. Maintenant. (Now.) Bon Tuesday. (p.s..: I have a whole board on Pinterest called "Meanwhile, in Paris". Feel free to follow. Click up top on the social media links and you're there.)
Monday Allergies and Bons Weekends.
I'm seriously considering seeking out an allergist. I can't handle the first day of the week, y'all. Like I seriously cannot. I fidget. I have mental hives. I nearly itch. I literally lay in bed and rally against waking up, as if Monday is standing beside my bed with her arms crossed and an annoyed, …
it chose me.
It was inevitable that fiction would choose me, that my world would become consumed by it. From the fairy tales my mother brought before me, to the fascinating living stories around me, to the nursery rhymes that incited such vivid images in my mind, to the billowing curtain in my childhood bedroom that, to me, …
because it’s Wednesday.
Why relegate candy to your sweet tooth? Shall we not have candy for the eye, too? This is Superman. I know, I know: you thought Superman wasn't real you thought Superman was Christopher Reeve. And he is, no doubt. But this is the new Superman. And I mean...Wednesdays were made for that face. They just …
Starring This Square Peg as Herself.
I was 11 years old, a quiet sixth-grader. That day, we embarked on a field trip to a place called Hemlock Overlook. The bus ride was animated, filled with the excited conversations of my fellow classmates. I silently observed the scenes passing us by and wondered just where we were headed. Field trips had always …
Fabu Fashion Monday: Wedding Fro/Flow
Hey y'all. I had the pleasure of attending the nuptials of two dear friends this past weekend and wanted to share what I wore, what I did with Her (my hair, as you know), and other tings. Let's, shall we? What I wore: So I suffer from this problem I'd like to call "forgets that …
This Square Peg. 