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I am a lover of “Black 90’s Love Stories.” My favorite is Love Jones . I love the artistry, the weaving and intermingling of lives met at random. I am a sucker for 90’s R&B, the “baby making” music, the stories of love lost and of course the songs of one finding themselves after dodging the bullet of bad love. I lived in those words and in those spaces of love stories created for the culture. Black buster classics are where I began to identify my blackness. I have recently been watching “Love Is…” (on the Own network). I am brought back to the girl that I wanted to become, the imagery of how I wanted my identity shaped. The story is so beautifully written it reminds me of how simple love is yet it’s so complex. The tapestry and fabric of love are defined so differently for everyone that when weaving these delicate yet luxurious hearts (and lives) together we have to remember to be patient. There are some areas that seamlessly come together but there are other areas that ...

It is February and you know what that means? It’s trappin’ season. If you aren’t familiar with the term it’s when you lock your bae (beau) down. Winter in general is when the bait is laid for trapping. While I am lightly joking I do want to share some interesting love stories that I’ve experienced directly or indirectly throughout my life during this month of “LOVE.”  We’ll start with the first of these stories in this blog post… When I was a kid, maybe around 8 or 9, I started reading the classifieds. I did this mainly because my mom told me you could find a job in the classifieds and I wasn’t interested in the comic section. I thought it was so cool how you could go through these classifieds and find a job, a toaster, and apparently a man. Now, let me clarify I saw the section that read, “Man seeking Woman”; however, at that age I had no idea what it meant until the one day I did. About a year or so later we moved to an area of Louisiana called Mar...