Monday, April 3 is a day I will never forget. Between the natty merchandise, the news coverage and the incredible night on Franklin, I’m still not over it, honestly. Watching the team I grew up rooting for win the NATIONAL championship as a student is a feeling I could never describe.
For Spring Break, I didn’t sunbathe in Cancun or live it up on the West Coast.
This weekend, I had the pleasure of seeing “Get Out” — and yes, it certainly earned the 99 percent rating it was given on Rotten Tomatoes.
Valentine’s Day is a beautiful concept. Taking time to do something special to celebrate one’s relationship and going out of your way to do something sweet for someone you care about is nice and all — but I hate the pressure that’s associated with it.
Last week in a classroom discussion, we brought up the relationship between White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer and Dippin’ Dots.
I saw “Hidden Figures” during Winter Break and it was one of the best movies I’ve seen in a while.
I’m tired. I’m tired of writing columns week after week, and never feeling heard.
I am from Charlotte. I have two Black teenage brothers in Charlotte. I have a Black father in Charlotte. I have Black cousins and uncles and friends in Charlotte.
I am disappointed and angry. My anger and disappointment hit me for many reasons and in different ways. The most shocking reason being that the sexual assault claim issued by Delaney Robinson was grossly mishandled.
The beginning of this year was different than the past two.
