Yesterday, I took my zillionth pregnancy test. It was negative… again. — At this point, I’m not sure how I’d feel to actually see those coveted two vertical lines. Not sure I ever will. I’ll be 40 this year. It feels metaphysical to type that, to accept the reality of that fact. In a million ways I still feel like a kid…

Here’s how she won me over — I grew up in a world where dogs were appreciated in theory but never allowed in the house. This comes standard for many black families in America, especially in the South. While my mother claimed to love dogs, I never actually saw her touch one. In fact, she banned them…

Unpopular opinion: I hate Christmas. Hear me out. I realize hate is a strong word to use. Perhaps, it’s too strong a word. Let’s just say: I’m not a fan. I wouldn’t dare try to convince you to feel the way I do, but please… allow me to explain. Before I get into my rather…

I not only hated my job, I hated myself. I knew something had to change. — Sometimes I wonder what my co-workers see when they look at me. For a long time, I tried to look and act the part, to behave the way that may be expected of me. I relaxed my hair. I wore smooth, slick buns and blazers, and was a regular contributor…