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, “I don’t get paid enough to put up with this,” where I highlighted all of the drama ...
I Don’t Get Paid Enough For This
Disclaimer: This ain’t about me or any place I am currently employed, so don’t pull me aside in the hallway or follow me out to the parking lot to ask me who I’m talking about. Ok, you may continue reading. Let me ask yinna a quick question, and this ain’t 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: Valentine’s Day is coming. Either that or there’s 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 ...
That’s What Friends Are For
I don’t have a lot of friends. Fortunately for me, I like it that way. I much prefer quality over quantity. I’m not a high maintenance friend, but I like knowing that my friends are there for me if I’m going through tough times in my life. I also want them by my side when I’m celebrating the ...
