WHAT: “Textile, Print, and Form: A Lifetime of Magical Experimentation”WHERE: Contemporary Art Museum of Raleighaka CAM RaleighWHEN: Saturday February 3, 2018Magical it was! I got Tinkerbell vibes from the brightly colored hairpieces each model wore. This preview of the Sandra Rhodes’ memoir collection awakened the Carrie Bradshaw in me. The pieces…They were chic, they were soft, they were versatile! From reimagined vintage dresses to retro reflective pants, each and every piece was a complete

Spoiler alert! I’m ’bout to talk some shit:I hate how so many women I know feel like men ain’t shit is an unwritten law of nature. “Babies make men run. Fast.” was my mother’s relationship advice. Granted, she does not want me head over heels, pregnant, then heartbroken & single a couple months later. But.. when i turned 23, she had the same perspective. I should expect a man to leave me when I get pregnant & endure a pregnancy, birth, & having a newborn by myself. Of course, she’ll be willing

Usually I read the Bible when I can’t sleep. Today I tried my very hardest to remember that scripture in Matthhewwww? The one about putting God first? [Insert Brain Blast] “…And all these things shall come unto you.” “Put none before the Lor-” ..No that’s not it. Hmm..why don’t I know this? Since my mind hasn’t been on God, I wondered what I have been thinking about. “You need a man. You doing it all wrong. You’re never gonna make it at this rate.” One of my (dare I say it) INSECURITIES is

It’s my 24th birthday today. I feel like it’s a cloud over my eyes. I’m very tired. I met a new guy. I’m washing clothes and trying to type this up. Jackie remembered my birthday as always- but my mom didn’t. Not that I’m sad. No “didn’ts” or “don’ts” matter to me anymore.

You ever been so tired that your head is just empty? You long all day- or maybe for several days- for just peace. And when you get the Peace & Quiet you’ve been begging for, there’s nothing to think about? Cry on your way home. Or in the shower. Or while you eat dinner- if you ate dinner. A song or a poem to get you juuust over that humpday hump. When will it get better? What is better? When I picture my ideal life, it’s completely different than what I see everyday. Or, is it? I think it’s more