I used to be an award show junkie. Every year, I would tune in to the Red Carpet Pre-Show on E! to watch the late, great Joan Rivers ask the stars who they were wearing. It was always fun to watch Joan struggle to keep a straight face as she witnessed the wardrobe monstrosities sashaying down the ...
I saaaaid Iām just looking!
When I was 11, my godmother took me to Miami for our annual back-to-school shopping trip. Her daughter and I were the same age, so I often tagged along to keep her company and in the process, benefitted from free school supplies. During our escapades, we ended up inside a somewhat musty clothing ...
What Your Boss Is Dying To Tell You
Your boss told me to tell you that he hates you. Ok, let me explain. Not since I told Bahamians about their bad breath have I seen such a strong reaction to my column. Two weeks ago, I published a piece called, āI donāt get paid enough to put up with this,ā where I highlighted all of the drama ...
I Don’t Get Paid Enough For This
Disclaimer: This aināt about me or any place I am currently employed, so donāt pull me aside in the hallway or follow me out to the parking lot to ask me who Iām talking about. Ok, you may continue reading. Let me ask yinna a quick question, and this aināt rhetorical. I want you to email me later ...
This Valentine’s Day . . . Dump Her!
The RM Bailey Park vendors are out, which could only mean one thing: Valentineās Day is coming. Either that or thereās a bomb scare on Robinson Road. Over the next 48 hours you will see panic-stricken men running around town, dashing in and out of jewelry stores and spas for last-minute gifts for ...
