Outspoken

For the Love of Pockets!

A victim of intentional or negligent actions caused by another person can sue for emotional distress or mental anguish. I think the stress I’ve suffered because of women’s fashion could constitute legal action ...

How to Lose Love at First Sight

As the stranger stared into my eyes and pulled my body against his body, my face close to his face, and my lips inches away from his lips, I remembered how I’ve always thought it was tacky when people kiss in a...

To Say I Do, Or I Don’t

We are tugged back and forth in society over the holy matrimony known as marriage. We’ve all heard the cliché pokes about how it eventually becomes stale and static — making it seem like this trap that some of ...

Is Throwing a Wedding Worth the Debt?

Marriage is deemed one of the most exciting and nerve-wracking steps two people can choose to take in their lives. Spending the rest of your life with the one you love is an amazing adventure, one that you migh...

Methodist Madness

There is a superficiality to American spirituality that makes me doubt the average Methodist could explain what differentiates his or her denomination from Lutheranism, Presbyterianism or even Catholicism. Lent...

Taking a Tumble

I’ve worked in radio for the majority of my life, much of that sharing my not-so-proud moments on air in front of the entire city of Atlanta. However, I have never truly embarrassed myself in front of colleague...

Change is Going to Come

There’s something special about change. From the physical to emotional, the process of transforming your life really shows just how capable humans are of positive growth. For the past decade, I’ve been the empl...

What Would You Do?

Our society is turning into an episode of ABC’s “What Would You Do?” Of all of the possibilities in this golden age of television, we’ve decided to emulate a hidden-camera morality farce. My long-s...

Moving On

Moving sucks. No matter how many times I’ve done it, followed by all the promises that the next time I’ll hire someone, I end up repeating the same old pattern of stress, dread, and packing those boxes myself. ...

I Can’t Believe This Shit!

At 30, I became what my 20-year-old self considered a monster: I reported someone to the Homeowner’s Association. (Believe me — I still cringe typing that.) Now before I’m painted as Karen “Let Me Speak To Your...