Great writing is three parts — and they're not equal. One part is skill (about 20%). One part is idea (another 20%).

My problem is that it takes me too long to reach my boiling point. Truth be told, I'm blessed.

I sought therapy determined to unpack my need for perfection. At the very same time, I've tried to write this single blog post three times. Stopping each time because it wasn't 'it.'

'When are you going to get the stains off your teeth? Don't you think it's embarrassing?' The text came from a random number.

I've always been the defender. When my friends needed someone to stand up for them, I was there, ready to speak up.

From religious institutions to the glamorous yet guarded realms of celebrity, the patterns disturbingly mirror one another.

It's an ordinary night to end an anything-but-ordinary day. Jarrett Billups is a hilarious churchy teenager who makes videos being himself.

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.

It's been said I'm an anxious attacher. Too much of a mother. In my masculine era. A holder-oner. A believe-in-lover.

The thing about hoes is — they wouldn't be hoes if y'all left them alone. So what's the allure?

A journey long, not for the faint. Hamilton waits. Who is rich, Alex? One who invests in self, in small habits, in smart circles.

She was silenced, isolated, vulnerable, scrutinized, and hiding. She met Jesus who went out of His way to break the rules just for her.

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.

I can taste the confidence I ate in high school. Top of my class, acne-free, skillful dancer, powerful stepper, free writer.

It's not looking too good. When he kept saying 'my time' I thought it meant His time to rescue us.

All I cared about was Hot Wheels, dolls' hair, being a doctor one day and maintaining my small close group of friends.

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