Good news on a Sunday morning

          I got a message this morning I wanted to share… AS I’m working on the screenplay. My sophomore novel The Gray Line is a finalist

The Literary Game

So, I’m going to start off with a secret.   I’m not an author.   Not even remotely. I’m a writer. I’m a storyteller. (For the love of God, don’t

It Could Have Been Me

I’m having a lot of feelings as of late. So many feelings, that I’m not sure HOW I’ve been holding it together lately. From Breonna to George and the multitude

Love Hurts

Love hurts. It’s messy, it’s crazy, it’s stressful and it’s chaotic.   You know what else is chaotic? *large gesture to the whole ass Earth* See the thing is, because

Quarantine Chronicles – First Edition

Ah technology… What a remarkable, incredible, magnificent, horrible, waste-land mankind has created, amirite? I mean, it just depends on what kind of day you’re having! Maybe you want to look

C’mon Tyler!!! (And other hair woes…)

I love being Black.   For real. It’s pretty freaking awesome.   If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you know that this has been a struggle for me in