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And here we are toward the end of July. I guess I could put that in the category of an act of faith — to really face the challenges, but face them cute. I’ve made progress in that area. I’m very confident that the challenges I was facing at the beginning of the year, the ones I’ve made significant progress in, will be completely resolved within the coming months. And that is beautiful. That is…

The crisis the WNBA is living through in 2026 did not start in 2026. It started on a court in Dallas in April 2023, and it started with a hand.In the final minute of the national championship, LSU’s Angel Reese waved her palm in front of her face — the John Cena “you can’t see me” taunt — looked at Iowa’s Caitlin Clark, and pointed to her ring finger. The reaction was instant and enormous: Reese…

The crisis the WNBA is living through in 2026 did not start in 2026. It started on a court in Dallas in April 2023, and it started with a hand.In the final minute of the national championship, LSU’s Angel Reese waved her palm in front of her face — the John Cena “you can’t see me” taunt — looked at Iowa’s Caitlin Clark, and pointed to her ring finger. The reaction was instant and enormous: Reese…

Baby Shower Meatballs It’s cloudy out. The temperature’s been low all week, and today is what I’m going to call textured. Not smooth, not shiny — maybe a little spark, maybe a little sparkle, but mostly just texture. There’s a little precipitation sitting on the horizon, on top of an already textured week, and I’m looking at it thinking: what if it started raining meatballs? What if. What would…

Sitting in my truck on the side of the street eating a breakfast burrito for dinner. Just wanted to do a quick blog. It’s been a little minute but things have been moving. I’ve been working on some things that I’m not at a place to talk about yet and I like that. I like that as a creative — just being able to not bring up what I’m working on and just work on it. Because sometimes talking about…

Hi guys—happy New Year. I know it’s February 3rd, but this is actually my first blog of the year. And honestly, this year has already been very eventful. I wanted to talk about getting back to the inner work—and how that’s not a one-time thing. It’s an everyday thing. The inner work doesn’t stop. I’ve lived through the first realization that I needed to do inner work. I’ve lived through…

I see designs in prayer. Received a card in the mail with piece of tape on it… which so happens to be the kind of holographic coloring I could see in prayer. Then I remembered the last writing project I’m supposed to be working on. It was hard to only pick one. Measuring the thickness. Still need to get the glue. Resubscribed to Adobe Creative Suite. Downloaded InDesign & Photoshop. I…

Kenya 🇰🇪 I have this conversation pretty often, and honestly, I still don’t understand why it’s an issue. When it comes to insects and animals, I just don’t feel the need to kill them unnecessarily. Like… why? It’s not necessary. If it’s not harming me, if it’s not an infestation, if it’s just there—why do I need to end its life? That’s just not how I live. I get that mosquitoes and flies are…

Okay, so I posted something the other day about not minding being alone—but still wanting to know what companionship feels like. To really experience that. That thought came after watching an interview where people were talking about their strong support systems—friends, community, people they could talk to. I admire that. I’d like to experience that kind of closeness in my own life. It made me…

So very interesting. I’ve struggled with time management—not for a long period of my life, but definitely over the last couple of years. That wasn’t really an issue before, but then again, I was doing less. That’s another topic in itself. As a multi-faceted person juggling multiple things, time management has been a huge struggle for me. There are so many tools out there, but none seemed to…

Hi guys, I know it’s been a minute. It really has. Quite a few things have happened since I last blogged, Joe was murdered by a cricket (RIP Joe), I got a new spider, a Brazilian black tarantula named Noirla, and my little army of isopods is being fruitful and multiplying. On top of that, I had some time off and took a quick jet2 holiday to Seattle, which was nice. Shouts out to Seattle. I’ve…

I don’t want to do this. I’m unable to shake the fact that I don’t know what I’m doing. I wasn’t thinking. I just know I couldn’t keep living with this pain. So what, Noirla, you just killed this person who upset you when you were 10 years old? I did, now what? What do I do with the body? Why didn’t I think this through? I am not in the mood to deal with a dead body right now. I need to cut my…

There he is. Punctual as usual. We agreed to meet here in LA at Sunset Tower. This hotel has history and the vintage look that I like. We have separate rooms of course, we have to be smart about this kind of thing. He does look rather good over there. Deep melanin skin, thick body, and a nice firm booty. I chose well. This evening will yield fruits I shouldn’t eat but hey it’s not like we’ve…

A Fictional Short Story – 2018 Good morning world, welcome to 82.8 YTG this is your girl DjCj. It’s Friday and we are continuing our spotlight series on young rap artists. If you are a young up-and-coming rap artist and would like an opportunity to tell your story please email us at [email protected].  Today, we have Young Whippersnapper on the show here to tell her story, please show her some…

“Hello Carla, I’m Dr. Traci Plantu. I am delighted to meet you.” Carla sat still in an oversized gray chair, trying hard not to make eye connect. The new doc seems nice and is very pretty. She has a welcoming smile and her shea butter and coconut oil scent fills the room. The large widows behind Dr. Plantu allowed the sun to hit her beautiful brown skin causing her to glow like an angel.  “I am…

I was just thinking and reflecting on the things I wrote back when I first started taking my writing seriously—when I was actively in school, working on my associate’s and bachelor’s in English and creative writing. There was one particular story that ended up being Eve’s Apple. I remember feeling so ashamed of writing and sharing it, just because of the topic at hand. I even forgot that I had…