Weekend mornings when I wake up, look at the clock, and realize I can stay in bed longer.

I didn’t stutter.

I’m glad you went girl.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Right. This past weekend I was invited to a party. I wanted to go but second guessed it because I feel like I’ve gained a few pounds. I had to pause to think about how absurd I was being. Turned into one of the most fun nights in my recent memory. Life is meant to be lived. Wholly.

This. All damn day.

It’s all about outlets and windows.

Married six years, never had the desire to cheat. If issues in the bedroom start to pop up, we talk rather than bury the feelings.

The last six years of my almost twenty year previous marriage was entirely sexless. Even my son was born of IVF —I literally did not have sex to conceive him.

Been with the same person for around 17 years and haven’t cheated so far.

Damn...

I liked this very much. Very descriptive of the moment in question.

I went to another HBCU (Spelman) and I feel the same way. I appreciate my education even more now that I live in the white world, because I do firmly believe that HBCUs do put stuff in place in order to prepare black students to really shine - no pajamas to class, no do-rags or slippers, no cutting corners in the…

My dad got his undergrad at Hampton way back in the early 80s when it was Institute and not University. He would take my 4-year old self to class with him sometimes and it became my life’s ambition to simply go to college because I wanted to be just as smart as the people that surrounded me. Always proud of HU.

YAS! Shoutout to Hampton University and this article! Go Pirates!