25 Days of Memories, Day 15

Take One Adjust for skin tones (Well, someone’s got to take a hit here…) I keep promising to tell more stories in another post, but then I never do, or at least, I haven’t yet.  Until now.  Yesterday’s post was about meeting Christina and becoming secretary of the African American Student Association (AASA).  Today’s post … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 14

One of my roommates often wonders about my memory.  She thinks I remember some pretty random stuff.  It made me start to wonder about it too…and I’ve figured it out.  My family is a story-telling family.  We may not be the most eloquent story-tellers, but we are elaborate, and growing up I heard stories all … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 13

*TMI POST WARNING: This post contains info that is not for the faint of heart. Proceed with caution. Post contains information of a decidedly odorous nature.* If you know me, then I am without a doubt the most embarrassing person you know. It’s good for you, because you just laugh at me all the time … Continue reading

Good Friends…It’s the Little Things

I love spending time with friends.  But most of my friends will know that I’m pretty horrible at keeping in touch, period.  Especially over the phone.  It’s not that I don’t value my friends that are far from me, it’s just that I am a super tangible person.  I need to see a person…be in … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 12

Some stories are hard to tell than others.  It all depends on my mood, really, and how much I’m willing to write.  But everything I’ve read is that writers write, period.  And not because it’s this huge overwhelming passion (though for many, I assume it is), but because they’ve developed the discipline to write.  Discipline … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 11

Today’s story is a memory from Greenville, South Carolina and it involves a birthday party.  I seem to remember a lot of special occasion stuff from Greenville, which I guess is how the story goes.  When you get older, the tedious memories seem to slip your mind.  That’s my theory, anyway. So Adrienne.  That was … Continue reading

Being Excellent

I am a Christian.  Not a big deal to say as many people will say they are Christians when in fact they are living contrary to Christ.  Not judging, just stating fact.  I could be counted among them on most days, including this one.  As a Christian though, I have an adverse reaction to the … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 10

Being 25, it’s hard to imagine that I was ever young.  But then I look back at some of the earliest memories I have, and I feel as though nothing was ever that long ago.  Time persists as time does, but I still have my memories.  And it’s been a really fun journey to go … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 9

When I was 6 or so, I started taking ballet lessons at the YWCA.  Perhaps that’s an ambitious statement considering that last sentence sounds as though it should be the start of a great career, and alas, it was not. There are a few memories associated with said ballet lessons that I must share.  First, … Continue reading

25 Days of Memories, Day 8

(Me with then Captain Beverly Lawrence, circa 1996…this was a little before the following incident:) So in 5th grade, I was friends with a girl name LaKeisha.  As you may have guessed, LaKeisha was black.  Not sure yet if that’s an important part of the story… At any rate, I realized after a few months … Continue reading