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I think; therefore, I am.

No matter what different style books may say, the word “therefore” always looks uncomfortably naked to me when it is not cozied up with a comma.

I am perpetually fashion challenged, although I like shopping for clothes. For this reason, I was slow to buy into the colored jeans trend I saw everyone wearing. But one day, at my favorite store, I saw my absolute favorite color on a pair of jeans and I was sold. Today, while wearing said seaContinue reading “Rainbow Sherbet Fashionista”

Show me yours and I’ll show you mine…

Confession time: I have never read The Autobiography of Malcolm X. What’s more, I’ve never tried to. Some books tend to get away from me like that…books I’ve heard about forever, books that my friends quote frequently, and books that have made a huge impact on writers I admire and read. Every year, I place Autobiography on myContinue reading “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine…”

Afros and Victory Gardens

I never thought the final frontier would be weave. There was never any war; but if there was one, then surely, we have won it. Seven years ago, I joined a then-small community of women who braved hard stares, insults, overt and covert shade thrown–just because they cut their hair and went natural. Whether weContinue reading “Afros and Victory Gardens”

A Small World After All

I braved the persistent rain in Atlanta last Friday and successfully picked up Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Purple Hibiscus from the local library. I’ve completed step one on my newly formed mission to get bookish! I’m about halfway through the novel and I like it so far. Adichie writes in vivid yet spare language that I hopeContinue reading “A Small World After All”