I have an interesting relationship with God.  He (sorry feminists) and his son Jesus are my homies, but we don’t always see eye to eye.  In fact, lately I’ve been giving him the side eye… Like most of my friends, I grew up going to church every Sunday, all Sunday.  There was Sunday School, sometimes…

Kevin Hart has a hilarious joke about staying in his financial lane.  But thinking about my finances is no laughing matter. My parents struggled financially & lived paycheck to paycheck up until retirement.  Somehow they made ends meet and raised three kids on meager salaries.  As immigrants with limited skills and education, they didn’t have much of…

My parents are Haitian.  My dad was born and raised in Cap-Haitien.  My mother was born in Cuba, but her father was Haitian.  I believe that after her mother passed, he remarried and moved to Haiti with my mom.  My parents later met in the Bahamas, had my brother and then moved to Florida and…

I can be a bit possessive when it comes to my friends. Ever since high school, when you typically start forming cliques or a “crew”, I have been known to throw a side eye when it comes to “new friends” joining the circle.  It used to take me a while to open up to people, so…

This may come as a surprise to some (ok none) of you, but I was a dramatic child.  I would throw Oscar worthy tantrums in which I constantly questioned my parents’ love for me, ie., “If you really loved me, you would let me have that cereal/candy/toy/necklace!!!” I also pulled stunts such as putting ketchup on…

I was warned.  I should have been prepared.  I had heard countless tales of just how rude some New Yorkers could be.  But I didn’t listen.  I still came to NYC bright-eyed, bushy tailed and painfully naive. In my defense, I grew up in Upstate NY.  I was born in Florida, but raised in Rochester…

I am breaking up with you.  We have been in a relationship that hasn’t fulfilled me for far too long.  You are so selfish.  You’re like the “friend” that shows up to the potluck empty-handed, but takes several plates (& a bottle) home. You keep taking from me and haven’t given me anything in return….

15 years ago, on June 9th, 2000, I stepped off a Greyhound bus and onto what I considered fertile ground.  This was where my dreams were supposed to take root and flourish.  I left Upstate NY armed with two suitcases and about $2.  Okay it was more than that, but it soon felt like $2…