The farthest I’ve come to losing my magnolia was when I dated a guy who was one half Native American. I like to think that I’m mostly an ope...

In morbid self-discovery news: I equate breaking-up with dying. After reading Joan Didion’s heartbreaking self-portrait, A Year of Magical...

One time I broke-up with a guy because I wanted to paint more. Which is a lie. Honestly, I ended things because I felt smothered and I did...

Included in my plethora of insane dating idiosyncrasies is my need to slap labels on everyone and everything. Example: I can look back at ...

Even though I’ve been known to play the role of the villain in my relationships, I’d like to think of myself as a relatively decent person. ...

Every morning I leave my apartment, lock the door behind me, and trot down the stairs until I land on a concrete slab. I round my buil...

Growing up in New Orleans, my dad dragged me red afro-first into every organized sport that Terrytown Playground offered. Between the ages o...