Love is Not Patient…

“I don’t take any days off.” Timile didn’t have any response to that statement. I had finally shut her up. It was the summer of 2009 and I was selling cars. I worked seventy-five hours a week trying to convince affluent Atlanta suburbanites to buy Volkswagens for commissions. I hated the job; but I loved […]

My Almost-Meltdown

It almost happened yesterday… After years of holding it together, staying strong, and keeping it moving no matter what adversities come my way I almost lost it yesterday. I almost never lose my cool. It takes a lot to ruffle my feathers to yell, say something out of anger, or even scream out of frustration. […]

To My Non-Parents Out There: Your’re Not Really Busy…

I have a friend who is incredibly busy. They have as we colloquially say “More jobs than a Jamaican” and keep it moving. They just got a promotion. I told them “Congratulations! You’re almost as busy as a parent.” They’re response was “I’ve already been as busy as a parent.” I almost laughed uncontrollably. A […]

Patience

I was talking with a fellow blogger a few days ago. It was someone who had been reading my adventures for a couple of months by now. They’d asked on twitter for some advice about branding and I offered to give some advice. As the conversation went on, she asked me questions about my own […]

Offended

I’m still pretty young and my circumstances have made me more mature than most people my age. In no way do I think that I am superior because of this. I wish I wasn’t; but this was what was given to me. I think all the time when someone my age does something I think […]

Jaded

I had a conversation with my mother yesterday. She told me that my nephew was heartbroken the other day from our first go round of tossing the football around. He signed up for football in August and he’s excited about it. He told my mother that he needs to practice throwing the ball with me […]

The Flight

Today didn’t go so bad. Cydney behaved just as well as a child could on a flight. A little fussing but an average amount that a toddler does. Our first flight was from New York to Cleveland. It wasn’t until I got on the plane I realized that the TSA never gave me back my […]