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I’m really not a fan of hot weather. Being from the south, the summer months can be excruciatingly hot and uncomfortable. But there’s something undeniable about the summer sun that still makes me want to go outside and hit the streets. Summer has always been a magical time to make some memories.

After living through the last year and a half, I think it’s fair to say that we all deserve to have a great summer. It’s time to get back outside. However, a great summer doesn’t just happen on its own. …

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I enjoy reading stories about other people giving advice to their younger selves. Sometimes the advice is incredibly spot-on and funny. Other times, it just sounds like the standard stuff; don’t date him, listen to your parents, stay in school, save your money, and so forth. Yada yada.

As for me, I’m skeptical of giving my younger self much advice. Largely, because I believe everything I’ve lived through has made me into the woman I am now, and I really love the woman I am now. She’s well-seasoned, incredibly beautiful inside and out, and grounded. She’s deliciously dope.

Plus, younger…

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There’s something about a black woman whose lived life. She moves differently. Her words hold weight, and you’d do well to respect both them and her.

I’m speaking specifically about grown black women. The women who offer spot-on wisdom often served alongside a fat slice of sweet potato pie or a scoop or two of homemade potato salad (they don’t do store-bought). These are “grown folks” who’ve paid their dues and have both the stories and scars to prove it.

What I admire most about grown black women is that they have zero filters. Whether it’s bitter or sweet, you’re…

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Photo of actor Chadwick Boseman

I was not expecting the level of grief I felt when I first learned of actor Chadwick Boseman’s death. I wasn’t prepared for it at all. The news felt like a sucker punch to the jaw, when I, like so many others, was already struggling to manage the turmoil of 2020.

I know my grief does not even begin to compare to that of Boseman’s wife, family, and close friends, but my heart still aches at his loss.

I’ve read the many articles, obituaries, and social media tributes written about Boseman. Some were funny, others heart-wrenching but they all stand…

I’m on week five of my quarantine. First and foremost, I’m grateful for having a roof over my head, food and supplies, and safety. None of which I take for granted. I know there are many who are not as fortunate. I extend my deepest thank you to all the essential workers and medical professionals who are serving our communities and keeping our Nation running. You are appreciated.

That being said, there’s also a part of me that’s also incredibly grateful to be alone in my quarantine space.

As an introvert, the thought of being around anyone, be it husbae…

I fancy myself a pretty decent writer. I’ve been known to make a little magic on the page. Writing my profile for a dating site shouldn’t have been that much of a challenge, or so I thought until I actually sat down to do it.

I’d been going back and forth about whether I wanted to try online dating or not. That’s a whole other blog by itself. I decided to either put up or shut up. I’d been hanging out on the sidelines long enough, and it was time to get back in the game. Enough talking. …

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I’ve been single for a while now. In fact, I consider myself to be “single single.” Meaning I’m nowhere near being in a relationship, and I’m not exclusively dating anyone right now. I’m as single as a dollar bill, so single my shadow doesn’t even show up when I go outside. Solo dolo.

I’m definitely open to being loved and loving someone else again, but before I build another relationship, it’s got to be right. Notice I didn’t say perfect … but right. I’m talking shared values, compatibility, a desire for a long-term commitment, and an intimate relationship with Christ…

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I’ve made up my mind, and I’m not changing it. I’ve decided that I don’t want just any ole’ summer this year. Nah, I want a hot girl summer and nothing less. I also want to be able to go to bed at a decent hour and avoid any legal issues. Why? Because I’m over thirty and that’s the way my life is set up.

So what exactly is a hot girl summer, you say? Well … it can be whatever you want it to be, and that’s the beauty of it. I first saw the term while surfing Instagram…

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I was on autopilot, and I knew it. Sweatpants, hoodies, and distressed jeans (especially the ones with holes in the knees when I’m feeling fancy) had become my daily uniform.

I had an entire closet full of pants, cashmere sweaters, slinky skirts, sundresses, printed tops, and other dope pieces. But I didn’t wear any of them.

I only gravitated to clothing that was comfortable, preferably elastic and required very little ironing (yes I actually fold my clothes right out the dryer). Cue sweatpants and hoodies.

I don’t know how it happened, well actually I do. I quit my job and…

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I don’t go below 35. That’s been one of my dating rules as of late. Not sure why I came up with that specific number, but it just felt right. A nice even cutoff.

I’m in my late thirties and 40 is not far off beloved. I can see it clear quite clearly. In fact 40 is like that one neighbor that you see outside or in the hallway who never speaks. They just stare. …

Dijon Rolle

I’m a writer and professional introvert who can still rock the party. Lover of books, well-groomed beards & Golden Girls episodes. #Godsquad #Christcreative.

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