There has been quite the controversy surrounding E! Fashion Police's Giuliana Rancic's recent comments about Zendaya's faux locs at this year's Oscars. (The story can be viewed here.)  I keep replaying "I feel like she smells like patchouli oil...or weed," trying to figure out why she thought the comment would be acceptable; and why she couldn't recognize the many fouls in this comment before...

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Being a woman gets real. Between our nurturing nature forcing us to sometimes put others over ourselves; our bad hair day vs good hair day struggles; taking time to get ourselves right for our first date with the man with potential; trying to find the perfect products for make-up contouring and skin care; and us trying to regulate our emotional impulses as to...

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You told yourself that you wouldn't do that anymore. That one thing that you shouldn't do. That thing that you "know better" than to do. You were so ashamed the last time, you promised not to do it again.You over-consumed yourself with the thought of doing it the first time, and made a promise to yourself. You swore to it. You made that...

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"Sometimes I feel I'm being punished by going to work every day, paying my bills on time and still managing to save a little money. God forbid the day comes when I need assistance and I'm told no because I was too responsible" The act of doing good, can sometimes seem like it does more bad than good. Sometimes it seems like it's harder to do great things and...

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Amongst my peers, entrepreneurship is the hottest thing. Everyone wants to create something great, own a flourishing business or design a successful clothing line. Me, I was comfortable working for people. I (wrongfully) didn't want the responsibility of creating, managing and running anything myself. At least not anything that affected my livelihood. "If this fails..." and "I don't know the first thing about..."...

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Growing up I felt the need to be perfect. Always. I wanted to be the smart child, the athletic child, the artistic child. The one that was well behaved, who was friends with the "cool kids" and the kids who lacked cool. I wanted to be pretty enough for attention, but not too pretty because pretty girls were called bad names. I wanted...

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I'm not sure about you all, but when my mind is cluttered, my life reflects that. I can't work effectively when there are a million thoughts taking me from the tasks I should be focusing on. Being social doesn't seem so fun when my life is in disarray. And, the hours spent asleep seem much better than those spent awake. Because of this,...

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I was having an insightful discussion with a friend of mine about spiritual salvation. I was surprised when she revealed to me that she wasn't saved, considering she'd been in church her whole life - and even introduced me to church at a young age, when my mother gave up on the hypocritical saints that sat in the pews. Although, I shouldn't have...

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Since April, I've been perusing websites and Instagram accounts looking for the perfect haircut. I told myself that I want to enter my new year of life, well, new. I needed the months preceding August, to mentally prepare for the drastic change I was getting ready to make. So I started in April. Finding hairstylists and hairstyles that would capture exactly what I wanted,...

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