Black Love is outdated

There, I said it, but I probably don’t mean what you think I mean. I never want to see another talk show cover the “single woman epidemic”… EVER! During the “Black women ain’t got no man” public lamentation tour earlier this spring, I refrained from writing a blog on the so-called man shortage, or on […]

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When it’s not a Happy Mother’s Day: the psychology of motherlessness

I never thought I’d want to get married until I lost my mother.  Be patient, readers, because I’m taking the long way around on this one. My Mom was Better Than Your Mom As the saying goes, you don’t know what you’ve got ’til its gone, but I definitely knew what I had with my […]

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Public Service Announcement: Never take love advice. Ever.

If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you know of the Adventures of Friend Boy.  If you’ve never read this blog before, let me sum it up for you so you don’t get confused.  There’s a guy that I like and, as though I’m in seventh grade instead of a 38-year-old woman who should […]

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No beans in this oven

While riding the subway one day, a woman got into the car carrying a 176-count box of Pampers.  According to the carton, it was their largest “everday” size.  Apparently there exists another, larger “special occasion” box for some sad mother to lug through a retail outlet, then wedge into a car or maneuver onto a […]

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Bah, humbug!

I feel a little homeless during the holidays, fighting competing urges to be super-festive and to seclude myself at an ashram in India until the Rockefeller Center tree has been taken down. You’ll note that there’s no happy medium between these options. Such is my life.

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