These women of the glass are secure yet fragile. We are strong, yet so weak. After time, and disappointments we become worn out and dusty yet somehow remain beautiful and timeless.
Suddenly our relationship became less and less about me, and more and more about you. You would ask me questions and leave before I even gave an answer.
Is it just me or does it feel like the world is dark? When I say the world is dark I actually mean people.
The best thing to break darkness, is light. If I can't stand someone's ignorance, I should be more poignant with my truth. If I can't stomach someone's hate, I should be more open with how I love.
Sex is totally awesome, and also totally necessary, but sex outside of intimacy, won’t do a dang thing for you.
I am biracial. My mother is White and my father is Black. Living within the confined walls of my colorful family, I was always safe. That all changed, however, after a dramatic encounter at school.
Our relationship wasn’t perfect, or even healthy, but up until the exact moment that it ended, the thought that I may actually not marry him really didn’t enter my mind.
Millennials -- we are the generation of hashtags and filters. Everything is created to project an image of who we want to be, which is never as we actually are.
This isn’t a criticism of the church from the outside, this is coming from someone who can turn to a song in the hymnal faster than you can locate it on Pandora.