Dear Simone, I’ve been dying to tell you how you’ve changed my life before even having life. How your eyes light up an entire universe inside of me that houses people and places and feelings I’ve never felt before. How your beauty reminds me of a childhood I never had. A jewelry box containing my most prized possession. My little peanut turned lemon turned mango turned melon in my little then big belly. Green with envy when we go to the park, because everyone wants to look at

While perusing Instagram the other day, I came across a photo of a man I knew with his new girlfriend and my heart stopped for a split second. It had been years since I experienced that twinge of anxiety in the pit of my stomach, yet it felt just as vividly excruciating as I remember. Why did I even feel like this? I never dated this man, I barely knew him. We didn’t exchange kisses, or funny faces we made for only each other, or inside jokes, or memories. Yet, I felt that fe

When your heart is broken, your first response is to mend it. This can be done in several ways. For some, it’s going out with your girlfriends. Putting on your favorite freak’um dress, drinking one too many drinks, and dancing the night away somewhere you know your fine ass will be seen and word of how fine you are will get back to the ex. For others, it’s unleashing their inner ho. Reactivating your Tinder account, swiping right, and actually responding to those you match wi

The other day I helped a very dear friend of mine pick out an engagement ring for another very dear friend of mine. While I loved hearing his *smh* worthy stories of his days as a bachelor, I loved hearing the story of his proposal even more. Last night I saw a man comfort the love of his life after she lost the first love of her life; her father. And although I consider him to be more of a big teddy-bear, he became her rock. And I have no doubt that he will be whatever else

Except for the part about me breaking your heart. #heartbreak #joywilliams #musicmondays #musicmondaze

::Editor’s Note:: This is probably one of my favorite and first blogs I had ever written. I wrote it on MySpace before I had even heard of “blogging,” and what prompted me to start taking my writing seriously. It’s funny to see how my writing has evolved. Sometimes I can’t believe I said certain things. At any rate, to keep in theme with V-Day week, here’s another tender post for you all. Have a great weekend! An old MySpace blog written: Thursday, October 09, 2008 Current mo

Originally written 11/9 for … me. Finished today, 12/9 for you. you. you. and YOU. And hell, me still. If you want to cry, cry. It’s ok, go ahead. I know they told you not to. That big girls don’t cry. That there’s no crying in baseball. But guess what? Baseball seasons over. So if you want to cry, please do. I have a carton of Mitchell’s (avocado of course), 1.7 liters of Jeremiah Weed, and a big box of Puffs with your name written all over it. Plus, I have me. And her. And