Tag: love
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The Day the Music Stopped (PART 3)
Picture this… There was once a woman whose perfume could drift through a room and instantly make me feel safe. The kind of perfume that didn’t just smell good, it smelled like home. Her hugs were warm enough to melt away your worries, and her laugh? Whew. Her laugh deserved its own radio station. It…
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From Daddy Damaged to Daddy Distant (PART 2)
It’s crazy how life can flip on you. One minute, you’re a baby laid up on your daddy’s chest, safe, warm, and loved… and the next, you’re grieving the very man who was your first love, your daddy. There are parts of my childhood with him that I don’t even remember… but oh, I’ve heard…
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I Should’ve Stayed In A Child’s Place (PART 1)
Isn’t it funny how when we’re young, we can’t WAIT to grow up… and then the moment we get here, we realize we made a very unqualified, very rushed decision? Like… who approved this? I remember my mom used to say this one line that used to get under my skin every single time:“Stay in…
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From Playa Material to Wifey Material: A Love Story I Didn’t See Coming (Part 5)
When I was growing up, being a pimp or a player was the vibe. Every time you turned your head, there was a song glorifying having multiple people. You had 50 Cent with P.I.M.P., David Banner with Like a Pimp, Jay-Z with Big Pimpin’, and Ludacris talking about Pimpin’ All Over the World. And don’t…
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The Car I Though I’d Drive at This BIG AGE (Part 4)
I remember when I was about 8 years old and my mom bought me a red Barbie Ferrari. Baby… that Ferrari caused problems. My cousin used to come over and we’d play Barbies, and suddenly every Barbie wanted to ride in that red Ferrari. The Volkswagen Beetle? Completely canceled. No interest. But for me, it…
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Royalty and Ratchetness (Part 3)
I always dreamed of living in a castle. Big queen energy. Not lifting a finger. As a kid, my imagination was on overdrive. I pictured myself spoiled, surrounded by luxury, never lacking anything. It was a big, pink, fluffy, pillow-like cloud of fantasies and dreams. But as I grew older, that majestic mirage slowly morphed…
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Where the Heck Did All These Kids Come From? (Part 2)
Kids. Don’t You Just Love Them? I mean, how could you not, right?I remember when I was young. I always had the best, most realistic baby dolls. I loved my doll children and took them everywhere with me. Isn’t it interesting how we’re unknowingly conditioned to become parents from such a young age? But that’s…