Dear Sis, It's taken a long time for me to admit this, but I've finally come to the realization: I have a HARD time asking for help. It’s not the act itself, but more so my fear of being a burden — and, in some way feeling vulnerable (that’s another blog in itself lol). We all have our own lives, and our own stuff going on — so, the last thing someone needs is me asking for a favor! Not to mention, all the other things that are already stretching them thin. Until recen

Dear Sis, I've never been a person to do things "just because". I call myself a "sentimental do-er". Everything I do stems from some sort of affection. For instance, I love to write and I love people. So -- I'm a journalist. I knew that I could use my innate skills to rally for the under-served, expose injustices and highlight the good in our communities. I remember telling my dad I wanted to go into broadcast journalism. He was thoroughly disappointed, because he had a big d

Dear Sis, It’s funny how friendship works. You and your homegirl could live in two different states, work in completely different fields, have very different goals — yet, face the exact same challenge at the exact same time. Isn’t that strange? But, then again I guess that’s what draws friends to one another. We can authentically relate, and offer specific advice even when it’s hard to hear or comprehend. That’s where I found myself last week. I was frustrated — and so

Dear Sis, I had 45 minutes to spare. That meant less than an hour to blow dry and maintain my hair, put on makeup, pull together an outfit and make an on-time arrival to a fundraiser for a cause very close to my heart. "Ok, girl", I told myself. "HURRY UP!!" Before I knew it, 40 minutes had passed -- my thick hair was being uncooperative -- the outfit I wanted to wear didn't fit, and I had just discovered I was out of foundation AND eye liner. I glanced at the clock -- looked