No scathing social commentary today, folks. Let's take it easy for a second. Tap into our irreverent side. Sometimes, I feel like the Negro Ally McBeal. read more »
We haven't had much of a summer in New York this year. It's been like a spring-fall. Spall, if you will. However, it's no surprise that as usual, it's Winter in Negronia.
Backstory on how the following madness came to be: I used to ride around singing Jill Scott's "Slowly, Surely" and with the radio up loud, I thought I didn't sound so bad. read more »
Have you ever just felt full with potential? Brimming over with possibilities? Like a little teapot that's finna shout "tip me over and pour me out"? read more »