Technically, I have at least 10 years before I am over the hill. Not that anyone is counting. However, in this case my feet say differently.
Read MoreWhen did this happen? When did my body agree to be adorned with these “mom jeans”? This is some bullshit! Which one of the three children I naturally gave birth to sent me catapulting out of the junior and missy section of the store straight into the “Let’s identify the woman's changing body by labeling it as Mom Jeans,” or the “You’re a grown ass woman now” section?
Read MoreSee what I styled on the low-low for January 2020
Read MoreChocolate-covered caramel, birthing nostalgia, quickened impatience, wavering horniness, and a few pimples. It’s that special time of the month, ladies. Do you have your pamper package ready? Not sure what a pamper package is, well, allow me to share. It’s a gift box to your womb. Something our foremothers could have passed down to us and we should do for our daughters, nieces, cousins, or girl friends.
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