Somebody STOP the music The drinks have ceased, and the revelers are leaving. In an attempt to reach our homes before the sun does, we are inevitably met with her dear mother-in-law: reality. Reality in the form of raw emotions, elation, pain, confusion, negative news, goals, and most importantly, dreams. This book is fodder for post-party thoughts and emotions for the ride home on any given Saturday night. (Or Monday, or Wednesday for those of us who just can't stop dancing ) Read it to experience the roller coaster, the magic that is the dash home into the horizon, and be inspired to...
Somebody STOP the music The drinks have ceased, and the revelers are leaving. In an attempt to reach our homes before the sun does, we are inevitabl...
Who Turned On the Lights Welcome to round 2 of the memoirs In the first book, the music had been stopped and last call had been made. The sun was making its entrance and we were making our way to the door-- away from the superficial strobes and into the cleansing (though sometimes, harsh) light of truth. As these are memoirs, we are still exploring the inner workings of a party girl and her reluctance to leave the dance floor. This time around we more closely examine life as a woman. A black woman. In America. We push for greatness and see the hope in all things. And last, we explore...
Who Turned On the Lights Welcome to round 2 of the memoirs In the first book, the music had been stopped and last call had been made. The sun was mak...
