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I Find You… Delightful

If I’m being honest, New York kicked me in my *ss last week in a major way. My mother came up from Pennsylvania on Friday to see with her own eyes that I was okay. I don’t care that I’m 27 and I needed my mom. And I don’t care if you know that, either. It was nice to have...

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Dear New York, Please, Just SHUT Up

I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.  “You’re really beautiful,”...

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On the Run

I landed in New York City at 6:00 a.m. on Friday morning. On the cab ride from John F. Kennedy International Airport, my driver thought it would be appropriate to talk on the phone, using bluetooth, through the speakers of the car. I heard the entire, screaming match of a conversation. He screamed ‘NO TIP?!” at me when I got out...

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Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of the Perfect Pink Lipstick

The very first lip product (once my mother allowed me to move on from Wet N Wild’s clear lipstick) that I remember being obsessed over was a Chanel Glossimer called Pretty in Pink. A pale frosty pink that could be pretty if I blotted it on just so. I had to have been like 11 or 12? It matched my...

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I don’t have time to drop off my laundry. I don’t have time to Tweet. I don’t have time to go grocery shopping. I don’t have time… blah, blah, we get it, you’re busy. Good for you. If you let me tell it, I literally don’t have time to do anything. Breathing would be a stretch. But if I were...

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A Smooth Summer

True Life: I am a Hairy Beast. We’re about to get really personal here. So, you know, don’t read if you’re not interested in my grooming habits. It isn’t just the hair on my head that controls my life–oh, boo, typical brown woman scheduling her life around her blowouts. I feel like I’m abnormally hairy for a girl. I don’t have...

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Unthinkable.

I did the unthinkable the other day after too much champagne. I mean, I knew it was coming. The first time I saw her, I just knew. Add in the bubbles and I was a goner. I felt like I had dreamed about this moment long before my hands had even touched her. When I slide her over my shoulders, I...

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Home is Where the Insurance is

You guise. I’m an “adult” now. I put that in quotes because I don’t feel like one. I mean, of course there are days when work feels like work, I want my mother’s cooking, or for us to get our hair done together. Heck, I jut wish she lived here. But technically, I am an adult. I pay rent on...

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Where Everybody Knows Your Name

… For me that place is Drybar. The Murray Hill location. I’m not going to lie, as a brown woman, who has low self-esteem when her hair doesn’t look good, Drybar is where it’s at for me. One of the very first things that made this city feel like home for me. They know my name. I’ll master a twist-out...

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3 Girls Walk into a Bar

I am really trying to take advantage of all the fun, cool experiences that New York has to offer. So when one of my friends asked me if I was down to go on a Grouper–a social club that sets up drinks between 2 groups of friends: 3 guys and 3 girls–I said yes. Justine did, too. This is the...

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