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.