Don’t call me “baby” and definitely don’t disrespect my boundaries.

One saying I hate the most is “right person, wrong time.” Find out why here

My take on “Can Art Be Separated From The Artist?”

this is a deeply personal post. i talk about depression and thoughts that revolve around it. please read at your discretion.

Honestly, not my best work, but it’s an explanation!

I almost said yes to a “What Juneteenth Means to Me” post—not because I had anything meaningful to say, but because I felt like I had to. That’s when I realized… even thinking about posting something that doesn’t feel true? That’s performative. And I’m done performing.

Back in Memphis for five minutes and if one more person asks me, “Are you happy to be back?” I might actually scream. It’s the kind of question that sounds innocent but makes me spiral—because no matter how I answer, it never feels right.

We love to say, “If they wanted to, they would.” But what happens when that mindset keeps us from empathy, communication, or even reality? After reflecting on my own experiences—and gathering thoughts from nearly 20 people—I realized it’s not so black and white. Sometimes, they might want to… and still don’t. Let’s talk about why.

Ever get so hooked on something it takes over your mind? For me, it started with a Honey Bun at six. That obsessive drive turned into years of hyper-fixations, from endlessly listening to an album I didn’t relate to, to crushing on someone to the point of distraction. But here’s the real question: where does a fleeting obsession end, and true passion begin?

“What makes the CBU Collective so unique?” you might wonder. Well, imagine a group of friends who not only overcame the "everyone’s a stranger" barrier in college, but built a bond so tight that they genuinely enjoy spending time together, even when life gets busy. This isn’t just any friend group—it’s a brotherhood that defies the odds, especially when many of us are still figuring out what it means to truly connect.

Springtime signals fresh starts, but what about when those new beginnings include breakups? From the pressure of post-Valentine’s clarity to the temptation of hookup culture, I dive into why “break-up season” happens every year and why the end of winter seems to bring out the need for change. Could it be the shift in seasons or something deeper? Let’s explore why relationships seem to fizzle when the flowers bloom.

In a world where texting and DMs have taken over, I dive into why real phone calls still hold a special place. Inspired by my parents' old-school habits, I share the joy of receiving a random call from a friend—and why we should pick up the phone more often. Trust me, it’s the perfect way to make someone's day. Go ahead, call someone today!