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Part III Unfortunately, as the year ended, our tennis trio eventually dissolved. Rhi was getting married, so her time and attention were on her upcoming nuptials. I didn’t want to lose what Luis taught me, so I started taking adult tennis lessons through my local community recreational center. Commuting to Luis and Rhi’s side of town was harder to manage…

Part II: Halfway into 2022, Luis, Rhi, and I struggled to maintain our tennis trio. My work schedule intensified and Rhi and I were both traveling more frequently. During one of our joint trips, she had the brilliant idea for us to treat Luis to a birthday brunch to thank him for his generosity in giving us free lessons. I…

Part I: It was the summer of 2021. COVID was alive and well which meant limited opportunities for social interaction. Virtual hang-outs, wiping down grocery deliveries, and group fitness classes on Zoom were a part of my day-to-day. While I appreciated the technological advancement that made virtual connections possible, I still needed human interaction. I yearned to be around people…

I’ve been slowly working through Jackie Hill Perry’s Upon Waking 90-day devotional. I don’t read it every day unless I have time to dive in, because I like to read what she has to say and then go to the Word to study the scripture or story she referenced. She’s adamant about this devotional being merely an appetizer that should…

Who knew that at the age of 42, I would be living with my parents in California? “Not I!”  said the little Black girl. But as of December 2022, my parents moved from Texas to California to live with me, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Let me start from the beginning. Starting in 2019, prayers about wanting a…

Previously, I wrote about being Single in a Pandemic. Ya’ll, I’m still single and no matter what outside looks like, we’re still in a pandemic. Being single in a pandemic hits different when you’ve contracted COVID three times as I have. Yep, you read that right- THREE times. You would think that instead of being out here in these streets,…

When going on vacation, I’ve learned that some of the most interesting people you will meet will be on the airplane. In my case, there was an eleven-hour plane ride and a young man sat in between my friend and me (she loves the aisle and I prefer the window). While we hoped the seat in between us would remain…

I have a love/loathe relationship with dating. Dating is exploratory. Hopeful. Unfortunately, it’s also risky. If I could, I would put up a sign that reads, “don’t come for a boss unless you’re ready to boss up!” but I imagine that might be perceived as a bit too unapproachable . . . even for me. I love the jolly hopefulness…

I sat at my table with my coffee mug warming my hands and the sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting up my nose. The sun poured into the room casting long shadows along the floor as the heater stirred to life. I was feeling cozy and rested on Thanksgiving morning. The “Happy Thanksgiving” texts were already starting to come…

It’s about that time. The sun is going down a bit earlier and the nights are getting cooler. You can almost sleep with your windows open and the A/C turned off. Other than pure excitement about pumpkin-spiced treats and scents, the incoming of the fall season means one other thing . . . it’s cuffing season. Some of you are…