Stop talking about a work in progress. Don’t tweet about it, blog about it, gram about it. Works in progress thrive in secrecy. When it’s ready to be revealed, it will let you know and then you can chismis accordingly.
If you’re trained to fear dogs then even the diminutive chihuahua can scare you away.
Does having a calculator make one a mathematician?
Being a dad requires one to be able to remix Rock-a-Bye Baby with Itsy Bitsy Spider when lyrics to the former inexplicably disappears from memory.
The secret to keeping your head straight as we live through this pandemic is to … self-distance online as well. Get away from the crowds (Twitter), don’t gather in groups (Instagram), and avoid mass gatherings (Facebook). Stay at home (personal blog) and chill. Trust me, ain’t shit happening out there.
And I’m finding that the C chord is a magical chord — powerful from the get. I’m still struggling with the shape but when I nail it, it’s present, it defines the moment. The G chord is just right, like the swish of a basketball. It reminds me of why the guitar is important. The […]
In one bit on Dave’s Chappelle’s groundbreaking For What It’s Worth comedy special, he reminds us, right before he breaks into his famous Ja Rule bit, that we should stop worshipping celebrities. If I had the chance to go back in time and catch Dave writing that bit, I would’ve said, “Hol’ up. I’mma let […]
It was January, 2016 when I realized that I was dying inside. Nothing medical, though had I continued on my path, I was sure to lose a part of myself that was critical to who I was, my identity, which never even had a chance to blossom — the part that wanted to be a […]
In September, 2015, I was assigned to create content for the basketball category at Under Armour and found myself standing in front of several basketball courts from around the world. I had grown up playing basketball at a young age, and it continues to be my favorite sport. There’s just something serene about watching street […]
We looped a thread around the beetle’s body. It buzzed over our heads. Circling, circling, circling. No remorse. No retreat. Wasn’t about life. Wasn’t about a game. Was about the day, was about time. The Scarab Beetle, lost in the world. Found. Only to be handcuffed for being strong. Held down, flight cancelled for the night. The […]