Where We Preen And Talk About Our Hair A Lot
I’m a vain peacock in the most obvious way possible.
I love my hair.
I’m a vain peacock in the most obvious way possible.
I love my hair.
Let me start with this bromance joke that absolutely cracked me up: Do guys in a bromance get each other flower “Dude, here I got you some broses” “Oh man bro, you read my mind I got you some daffodudes” I’m in a bromance. It’s with another woman. No, we…
I don’t really get what the problem with selfies is. I remember a time when people would keep handing their camera over to others and asking them to shoot their pictures. That was really annoying. Selfies put people in charge of their own vanity. Also, vanity. It’s defined as ‘Excessive…
A review of Christine Ambrosius’ “A Pinch of Nutmeg”
I started this year facing up to something I have feared all my life – the word GOODBYE.
My highs & crashes are marked by my being in love. I’m beginning to wonder whether a relationship is worth the tumult. I’m peacefully single on the plateau.
The weekend draws nearer & my dread mounts. It looms the way Beast must have loomed to Beauty before she met his gentle side. There’s no workshopping ennui.
It’s the ultimate rejection of everything India thinks about dark women.
The path to healing has plateaus more than valleys & troughs. This is a suicide pact with my life as a writer.
The people at HeroPress asked me to chronicle my journey into Wordpress. It turned into a personal saga.