If you’re a blogger who gets her clicks writing about the joys of single life, then gets into a relationship, do us all a favor: don’t start writing about how “broken” the “Cool Girls” are. Your graduation from Tinder swipes to Sunday morning cuddles doesn’t make the rest of us choosing to fly solo “broken.”
Confession: I don’t know how to personal blog anymore. I have thoughts and wonder, “Is this a Facebook Page post, a tweet, or an Instagram Story? Maybe it’s a journal entry because do you need to share your every waking thought?” In the good old days, I’d post pictures of …
This weekend’s mandate: get up, get out, do stuff, don’t spend money.
Result: A Saturday trip to the Cleveland Museum of Art & a Sunday trip to the park.
I’m trying to save this space for actual writing and use social media to randomly spout off. Then I remember I pay the bills in this motherfucker. It’s finally spring in Cleveland. Which is actually pre-summer, because Lake Erie is like “Fuck is a spring? Snow or 80 degrees. Take …
The first ten years of Jermaine Cole’s rap career are a tale of two Coles. The first, an easy on the eyes, clean-cut, cocky kid with a ferocious delivery. He’d rap lines like “Either you follow me or swallow me, bitch. And I done hit too many hoes to ever …
Here’s what you should know about Montreal, Quebec:
They want to make sure you’re well-fed.
For every block in the Mont Royal neighborhood where my friend Keila and I stayed, there are at least seven restaurants. Two pizza places, two sushi spots, Lebanese food, a place that serves poutine, and a coffee shop.
What you should also know is Montreal is a great city to wander, eat, and drink. Which is just what my travel itineraries consist of.