My therapist and I talk about a number of different things each week: My childhood; my tendency to compare myself to other people; my severe lack of a sex life. But no topic rears its ugly head in our sessions more than anxiety
Last year a story idea popped into my head. I wrote it down and, as time went on and I neglected to flush it out, the idea eventually laid down and took a nap in my subconscious.
An excerpt from “Best Laid Plans,” a pilot I wrote...and am considering making a web series.
A short story I recently crafted for a writing class. Possibly a work in progress.
It’s the biggest meeting of the season. Over the past three months last year’s line has been ripped apart and pulled back together again; a phoenix reborn in women’s clothing. New colors and prints…
As I look ahead, with my confidence growing and fucks-to-give depleting, contemplating what I’d like to accomplish this year, I feel more empowered and readier than ever to turn this mutha out!
Tibedeaux hated his name. Besides no one ever being able to pronounce it correctly, the name had no meaning. As a man who searched for meaning in everything, this bothered Tibedeaux…
If I’m going to be successful, it’ll be because I’ve forged my own path; not because I’ve taken someone else’s template and run with it. It’s time I build my own.
My therapist gave me an interesting homework assignment: Make a list of all the reasons why/ways in which I am “Dope.”
It is with great pleasure that I introduce my first short film! I hope you all enjoy it! :)
As I was trying to decide what to do with my now-defunct “Evolution Of A Man” blog, Mama McNair rang and pulled one hell of an Ace from her sleeve.