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Will and Ashley

[caption id="attachment_633" align="alignnone" width="471"] "Will" and "Ashley," on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air[/caption] “You’re dead to me.” For the longest time I thought that phrase was too dramatic and should only be used in Mob movies and reality shows. But as I’ve gotten older, there are a few people in my life that I’ve had to push to the outermost limits of my brain, almost like the deepest, darkest, coldest parts of the sea. They can no longer live in the most…

VaginaGate

[caption id="attachment_623" align="alignleft" width="269"] Me, my senior year in high school. I didn't take that many pictures at school.[/caption] “Stacy, you look like you could suck dick…but your pussy is garbage,” Fernando Thompson blurted out in our school lunchroom. I was sitting at one table; he was sitting at another table in front of me. He was in my class. We were tenth-graders. I stared at him. I looked at his buck teeth. I looked at his unibrow. I looked…

Cory’s Mom Died?!

[caption id="attachment_603" align="alignleft" width="232"] Cory and her mom. (Courtesy of Cory's Facebook page.)[/caption] Monday, I was driving to the the trail, where I usually run. I parked, and before I got out of my car, I checked Facebook, for nothing in particular, just like I always do. Then BAM! One of my closest friends in middle school, posted a picture of her mother. My friend, Cory, had her arm draped around her mother’s neck. Her mom, had her head tilted in Cory’s…

Getting Over My First Love – Part 2

  [caption id="attachment_239" align="alignnone" width="283"] Me and my emotionally supportive crew at FAMU. Thank you ladies for being there for me through all of this, even for the parts I didn't tell you about. #mentalaerobic[/caption] J: Are you sure you're ready to share this part? Me: I don't know. *Hits Post Button* [PART TWO] (Part One is here http://bit.ly/219wLs5, if you missed it.) It was the beginning of sophomore year. I got back to Tallahassee before Michael did. I couldn’t wait to…

Getting Over My First Love – Part 1

[caption id="attachment_221" align="alignleft" width="294"] The 18-year-old version of Me at Florida Agricultural & Mechanical University in Tallahassee, FL[/caption] A week or two ago, an old friend from college asked me why I transferred from FAMU, and I started thinking and writing about it. I realize now, 13 years later, it was because I didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of a break up…well not just any break up – my first love. I'm a little nervous about this one…