In Misadventures , Ridiculous Two weeks ago, our local fairgrounds sprung to life. I drove past one afternoon, noticing the colorful lights, the sea of cars in the parking lot, and of course, the fragrant aroma of deep fat fried food. It was time for the annual county fair. This is the story of why.
Before City Girls There Was (And Still Is) Katrina Taylor – Wassup, Caramel?
November 7, This is a personal blog, so occasionally things get personal. Consider this an open letter to her for low-key making me the woman I am today. Katrina Taylor taught me everything I needed to know about love, the hustle, and keeping my priorities in check. She taught me how to value myself.
I had one call, it came from my own number and was Microsoft calling to tell me I had a virus. We played how long before this idiot gives up? It ended when I asked him how he got my parachute number? Told him he had to hold while I landed, he finally hung up.