How We Met The story of my life seems to be a never ending plot twist. Sometimes I win. Sometimes I fail. And, sometimes I'm too confused to make a move so, I just stand there. No matter the victory and no matter the storm, Cecka Rose Green is there to love me through it. The day we met was one of the worst days of my life, but she is the reason that God made second chances. From our first email to our most recent text message, Cecka is the same. What you see is what you get!

How We Met It was 2010 and Marsha Buchanan and Monique Mitchell were using my house to finish up their documentary, but things went left before the guests ever arrived. "You guys have about two hours to film and then I have a date. So, hurry up!" Monique already knew the tea, but poor Marsha was still in the dark. "Who's this date? What's his name?" she asked. "Do I know him?" Poor thing. Giggling, I replied, "HER name is (no one cares anymore)." Back then, I was ready to go

How We Met For months, I camped outside his office, sent excessive emails and even followed him to classes that didn’t have my name on the roster. I needed an internship and Professor Kenneth Jones was the plug. He still is. When the man finally came through, I asked him how it happened. He responded with two words that changed the trajectory of my career: Shannette Prince. She was a power producer at the NBC affiliate in Orlando, WESH 2 News. As a graduate of Florida A&M Uni

How We Met When Shani Curry- St. Vil took the stage, I abducted my neighbor's pen and I pulled my notebook in close. With every bullet point, I attempted to capture the words that escaped her mouth. *waves hand from back pew* Amen. Amen. I know that's right. Shani took me to church! While I was surrounded by dozens of women, it felt as if she was speaking directly to me. Her wisdom reverberated so loudly inside my ears that it pierced straight through my heart. I was convicte

How We Met With her fingers locked, knees bent and back straight, she took my foot in her hands and lifted me. During one of the most challenging times of my life, Brionna Jimerson used her bright eyes, warm smile and inspiring words to stir up a fire inside of me. When we first met, I was a mess. I attempted to mask my impostor syndrome with makeup, weave and cute dresses. Brionna saw through my layered disguise and allowed her spirit to comfort mine. We were introduced by Q

How We Met Careful not to let the sweet goodness run down my arm, I devoured the popsicle like it was my last meal. When it was gone, I sat in the corner with my back against the wall and my knees in my arms reminiscing about the good times we shared. It was the best five minutes of my life! A banana pudding popsicle? Why would anyone do that? Why did I do this to myself? Who am I? When I walked out of her apartment with a dozen popsicle in hand, I didn't know what to expect.

How We Met I'm a jealous friend so I never wanted to be hers. When my close friend Barry said I should meet his friend La'Janee' Cosby, I sucked my teeth. Everyone knows how I feel about my friends. I'm selfish. "She's great! You're going to love her." he said. "She graduated from Jackson State." You had me at HBCU. Historically Black Colleges and Universities hold a special place in my heart. So, I met his little friend. She was funny and smart, but I wasn't in a place to re

How We Met When most people invite their friends to a restaurant, they expect the usual: Slide four tables together, drop off 16 cups of water, bring one dessert with 7 spoons and everyone pays for their own meal. Then, peace out. In 2015, Felecia Williams changed the game. I was leaving Shreveport headed to graduate school in New York City. When I arrived at the restaurant, Felecia had booked, decorated and filled a private room just for me. The amount of love stopped me in

How We Met You may not see it in the bounce of her hair, the length of her nails or brand of her bag. Her queenly contributions cannot be measured by the style of her shoe or size of her bra. She is not defined by labels. If you boldly look beyond her tie, her vest and the absence of mascara, you can see her heart. It’s the very thing that makes this queen’s stride turn heads. Kershauna Johnson single-handedly cured me of my own prejudice. By being a friend to me, she exposed

How We Met Dominique Johnson is a mystery. I've known her nearly three years and I still can't tell you what she does. The one hour we've spent in the same room was eerily similar to an episode of Scandal. It was late in the night in a city that shall remain nameless to protect innocent parties. She said she was only in town for day so, I hopped in the car and drove right over. She met me at the door and escorted me to her room. Oh my God! She's more beautiful in person. When