Since the Puff Daddy & the Family Reunion Tour launched last weekend, I've been Bad Boy-obsessed. As a product of the early 80s, my attachment to the Shiny Suit era runs deep. Obviously, the music jammed. There was my massive crush on Ma$e (had 20 posters of him in my bedroom–one poster for each of his 20 years of age in 1997). This was also when I discovered Vibe Magazine and The Source; publications that became my personal bibles. Bad Boy's apex marked a turning point when music and the stories behind it became my passion.
Yesterday, I attended a personal essay writing workshop where we discussed Cheryl Strayed’s essay “The Love of My Life.” In the piece, Strayed details her grieving process after losing her mother to cancer; a spiral that includes cheating on her faithful, loving husband and developing a heroin habit. If you’ve got some time and an interest … [Read more…]
It’s Hump Day. I’ve been ridden hard and put away wet. Counting down to when I can sink into a tub filled with steaming water and bath salts (not of Miami drug variety) and stare blankly at the wall while pondering the state of my life. That’s my Wednesday. Hope yours is better. Traveled back … [Read more…]
I’m growing to loathe the term “lifestyle” blog and were I motivated enough, I would make SBG the “anti-lifestyle blog.” — Skinny Black Girl (@skinnyblackgirl) May 12, 2016 With posts about me eating Ruffles, loathing exercise, never ironing my clothes and binging Netflix. — Skinny Black Girl (@skinnyblackgirl) May 12, 2016 Tag line to my … [Read more…]
It’s Friday night. I’m in bed (where I’ve been since 6:00 PM), in my pajamas, binge-watching season five of Lost Girl on Netflix. My journal is open on my bed. I’ve been sporadically scribbling thoughts about the recent Scorpio Full Moon and restlessness and the need to stop judging myself. I’m indoors because I’m saving money for … [Read more…]