I'm sensitive
'bout my $#*t!
-Erykah Badu

The Virtues of Slacking Off

Right now, I’m at a coffee shop in my neighborhood with my shoeless feet up in a chair, sipping a $4 iced coffee and eating a $5 shard of chocolate mush called a gluten-free brownie. 
My baby is at home with his nanny (read: my college-age cousin) and I...

March 21, 2017

Blog-sistential Crisis

A few weeks ago I attended the Atlanta Writer’s Conference and it was there that I learned that my blog is dumb and boring and that I shouldn’t bother writing it because no-one will ever want to read it. 
Okay, so, that’s not exactly what ha...

March 11, 2017

Elegy for Ashley Gammon

I first met Ashley Gammon sometime around 1989 at Storman-Stufflin, an all-Black elementary school off of Chambers Rd. in St. Louis. We were both students in Mrs. Turnage’s kindergarten class, and although we weren’t yet friends, I can still clearly remember Ashley’s pretty dres...

January 08, 2017

Sleep Schedules and Submission Calendars

My 6-month-old is lying beside me screaming as I try to “get back into” Manuscript #1. It is 9:41 pm on a Wednesday. By all accounts of normalcy and decency in probably every country on earth, a child of his age should be fast asleep right now. He is not. He wants my attention and wan...

January 06, 2017

I won Nano and now I don’t write No Mo

So, this year, I finally finished a Nanowrimo - the month-long challenge to write 50,000 words (or a very short first draft of a novel). Writing at such a feverish pace takes a lot out of a gal and  now, deep into December, I haven’t so much as looked at that first draft that I toile...

December 27, 2016


I really can't explain the title to this post. It was dummy text inserted by my web developer and it feels strangely on point for some reason, so I'm just going to leave it here. Right now its triggering some sort of existential anxiety for me. Like, is it about Kanye West? Is it about me? Am I t...

November 23, 2016