Heck, my only love. And I know I should be focused on perfectin’ my dunks, ’n’ layups, ’n’ crossovers so I can get up in the NBA. And on some real ish, there really should be no time for chicks. But there always is. Even when I don’t want there to be, they’re in my face heavy on the regular, chec...
Right now I’d rather be somewhere, anywhere other than here listening to them sing “Happy Birthday.” Like chilling with my man. I am staring around the room as everyone sings. We’re all at Brittani’s, celebrating her birthday with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wynn, her sister, Briana, and three of h...
. . ? For three days after the funeral, I stay locked in my room. For three days, I block out the world around me. I do not eat. Do not bathe. I stay in bed. The curtains drawn, I remain cocooned beneath the covers. Wrapped in heartache. Enveloped in shock and disbelief. Grieving. I feel so broke...
“So, you ready for your makeover?” Sasha says excitedly. “Out with that ole preppy white girl look ’n’ in wit’ the boss lady swag.” I shrug. “I guess.” She plants a hand up on her hip. “You guess? Girl, bye! Miss me wit’ that. Already tol’ you, if you gonna roll wit’ me, then you gonna need to st...
I say all nonchalant, looking over at Miesha as she drives down the Ave. I leave out the part about how we’ve been either talking on the phone or Skyping practically every night until almost one, two in the morning. “What?! Lies, boo! Lies!” She gets all hyped, bouncing up ’n’ down in her seat ’n...