How People Hurt Me.

Hey Vulnerabites… If you haven’t already, please go back and read this first… as this is the sequel of my “unpacking” on this journey… I left the clinic and walked slowly to my next class. There I was standing in the middle of University of Florida’s campus, surrounded by 52,000 students… yet, I felt so…

He gave me herpes…

Hey Vulnerabites, I thought that if I shut down my blog (yes! those entire 48 hours…lol), delete the app from my phone, and remove the bookmark on my laptop, I could erase that nagging feeling that is almost compelling me to share this experience with you. Nah, it’s not a catchy blog title… this is…

Until Next Time…

Hey Vulnerabites… Thank you so much for journeying with me through my thoughts and life experiences this last year, it’s been the authentic online space that I craved. I am in my head quite a bit these days and haven’t been inspired to articulate my experiences in writing. So, see you later for now… Maybe inspiration will…

When I Was Single, Nobody Told Me…

Oh yes! It’s about to go down! lol. Hey Vulnerabites… Can I just sloppy wet smooch everyone on the other side of this screen? The love has been real! The last two times I shared my “heart in words”, I got over 500 hits! Whoop! Whoop! I’m looking forward to the day I can add…

Why I Don’t Talk About Him.

Hey Vulnerabites, I got so much love from my last post. THANK YOU. I got about 50 different clicks from the links I shared. Whoop! Whoop! If only I was getting a commission…hhhmmm…maybe one day. I also want to show some love to my Vulnerabites who shared the post  … Big Sloppy Wet Smooches to you!…

He’s Not The One.

Hey Vulnerabites, Listen to me… He’s not the one. Hi, My name is Mac and I am here to burst your little Cinderella day dream… just as I promised you in my entry on “What not to tell Singles.” I waited my whole life for “the one.” You know… my one true love… my prince charming,…

I’m showing my a**

Hey Vulnerabites, Lesson One: “The higher you climb, the more a** you show.” (sorry to be crass). I literally burst out laughing when I read her text, because I couldn’t link the gentle soul of my 60-something year old, Halle Berry prototype, mentor of mine sending me this kind of message. Get to Know Me on…

Last Night I met Oprah’s director…

Dear Vulnerabites, Last night in New York City… this is what happened to me… She held my hand with a slightly firm grip, smiled and said, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m just trying to get back to my seat.” Of course she was, just like everyone else in the room. Get to Know Me on…

I’m Doing it Afraid.

Morning Vulnerabites…. So I’m nervous. I told myself that after my self-sabotaging karate kick that let the opportunity in Brooklyn slip right through my fingers, I would make more of an effort to #TMC (Take More Chances). So that’s what Im doing folks… and I am nnneeerrrvvvooouuusssss. Let’s Connect on Instagram , Twitter and Facebook I submitted…

She Called Me “Petty.”

Hey Vulnerabites…. Let me begin with my reverse Beyonce lyrics… “I AM Sorry!” I’m sorry because I was considering hanging an “OUT OF ORDER” sign over our “Naked Space.” In light of that, I want to thank my dear friend Ms.McCullough for calling me “petty” two days ago.#RollingMyEyes. Snuggle up My Vulnerabites, we are going…

I Regret it. So, Now I’m #TMC.

Alright Vulnera-bites… Here I am… I’ve been avoiding having to share this page in my life, but every time I think of writing— it’s the only thing that comes to mind. So here goes… Let’s Connect on Instagram , Twitter and Facebook Her email came with a big “REJECTED” stamp across the screen. Ok, not really… but…

It Really Bothers Me When…

I was about ready to flip over this table and we were all going to get a close-up of the “Incredible Mac.” I just smiled and waited for him to finish. “Blah. Blah. Blah.” He was going on and on about how single women needed to “focus on preparing themselves before their husbands would come.”…