Inspired by Dr. Seuss' Fox in Socks — so you can tell which path I've chosen. Kiddos before you're thirty? There's more to say.

What's scarier than monsters, mosquitoes and failure? Forgetting. History is a game of telephone until it's written — until it's timeless.

Stay hungry. Mostly for love. I like sweet things. Last time though, something was off.

A crumbling cake still smells sweet. Still tastes like heaven. Still melts the same — maybe just a little faster.

Ever after what ever after? ever after what? The prompt for the day was 'ever after' not 'happily ever after' which was the plot twist I needed.

She didn't just perform. She showed up pregnant and redefined the stage.

For about 20 of my 28 years on earth, I unashamedly spent Halloween at the Hallelujah Party at my church.

I nonchalantly applied to Northeastern University. By the time I was crawling toward graduation in 2015, I looked around at the freshman and knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I had applied at the same time as them, I would have never received an acceptance letter. Here's what reinvention looks like up close.

Designer is a word I've always reserved for the naturally artistic.

I wouldn't let SUCH a historic day pass without celebratorily memorializing it! My Chey is a whole 21 years old. Amazing grace! God has blessed me to learn so much from her in spite of our relatively wide age gap.

I wrote a whole book arguing that love, as we know it, doesn't exist. Then Honor arrived. And I'm still unconvinced. But for different reasons now.

Do you first consider yourself Black or a woman? This was birthed from that question.

Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to be a doctor. Turns out, she simply wanted the world to be written with her hand, pronounced with her voice, expressed with her tone.

"Time waits for no man" was Geoffrey Chaucer's pretty way of saying time cares nothing about you, yo' mama, yo' auntie, yo' cousin or yo' brother. On this one, Mr. Chaucer was right.

I have a bad memory. It's not the baby, it's me. I can't remember a single bad thing about you.

Honor is the joy of my heart. He is undeniably the cutest baby I've ever seen and I will debate you and your mom. None of that stops me from crying when he cries — and I don't mean in the cute mother way.

At my 20-week scan, a doctor told me my son had a mass in his chest cavity larger than any he'd ever seen. I went in jolly and excited. I left an absolute wreck. Here's what God did next.

I had Jesus in my heart — or so I thought. Then God showed me that having Him in a section of your heart is actually not having Him at all.

Bryant Wilder went from clerical typist to Deputy Regional Commissioner — and still made homemade waffles whenever his girls asked. Here's what 25 years of watching him taught me.

When people told me I was too smart to be a hairdresser, I spiraled. Then I found God's sovereignty in a blowout chair — and it changed how I see everything.