How's Your Pesky Thing Going, Anyway?

Over the past few months or so, I've been asked the following questions many times:

"How's your fish thing going?"

"You're still Presbyterian, right?"

Say it with me-

Pes-kah-TEAR-eeyan.

I actually don't mind being questioned about it. I think it's kind of cool that people find the quirky things I do interesting. I thought I would check in and let you know how it is going.

Making Some Changes

Just a quick heads up-

Yes! I'm making some changes to the layout of this blog. I was having some compatability issues, but this will hopefully all be cleared up soon.

So don't freak out if you see a new design every week until I get it just right, dig?

I told you being a princess wan't easy. =)

♥Tiarra♥

KidCare 101

I have this thing for kids. No, not a Michael Jackson (rest his soul) thing. Let's call it a special gift for teaching and working with kids. I have never met a child who didn't like me. I may scare them to death at first, but kids always warm up to me. The older I get, I realize that there's a part of me that never grew up. When I was a kid, I would probably have sold my soul for some candy, and there was nothing you could do to persuade me to stay inside the house if the weather was nice outside. And oh my, if the ice cream man showed up on my street?? It was over.


Despite my arrival at adulthood a few years ago, the kid in me didn't go away. More like, it scooted over and made room for eyeliner, men, and bills. I think children sense this in me. 



It blows my mind the way some adults constantly underestimate and undervalue children. I won't get too far onto that soapbox right now, because that's not why I started this post. 


I want to help my fellow grownups get back in touch with their inner child. I want to see more adults bringing out the best in the kids they encounter. And so I give you...KidCare101.

Awkward Social Situations

What do you do when you are walking in the hallway and you see someone you know, but you don't know?

Do you smile at them as you pass?

No, because if they don't do it back you look like a dork.

Do you look somewhere else and pick up the pace?

No, because you are then obviously avoiding them.

Do you wave and speak?

No, no, that's just doing too much.

I think America needs to come up with some more rules regarding these kinds of situations, because I promise you they happen to me all the time...

Why I’m Converting To Pescatarianism

Yes, you read that right. No, it is not a religion. And no, it may not even be an actual word. But that is beside the point. Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting on a chair in my parent’s kitchen after eating a meal that had me feeling sluggish and heavy, and I saw that one of my favorite YouTube natural hair gurus had posted a video about her diet. I clicked the button, watched the video, and it hit me like a brick-

I have GOT to change some of my lifestyle habits.

I’m not kidding. It was like the girl was speaking directly to me, and it made me do some real thinking. You see, when it comes to diet and exercise habits, I have a few major things going against me:

Give Me Something to Fight For

They keep telling me my generation is apathetic. 

Apparently we don't care about anything or anyone but our cell phones, FB pages, and Twitter accounts. 

"Back in my day, people talked to one another and worked things out. We didn't need all of this social media mess."

Oh really? I beg to differ.

50 years ago, my grandparents were revving up to fight for civil rights. 20-30 years ago, my mother was breaking the glass ceiling and my father was fighting to uphold Black pride.

What is left for my generation to fight for?

If I open my mouth and mention the fact that I still see serious racial problems among the Black community, everyone shakes their head quickly in agreement and inwardly labels me militant before changing the subject.

If I mention that as a woman I still encounter sexism on the job, I get smiled at and shooed away while being labeled a feminist.

What is left for my generation to fight for?

If I mention that Black women choosing to go natural, and Black women who prefer relaxers are constantly being shoved into boxes labeled "Afro-centric" and "Self-hating", I find myself being pushed into a box myself.

If I mention that as a Bible believing Christ follower, I do not agree with homosexuality, I find myself condemned as homophobic, and accused of judging.

What is left for my generation to fight for?

If I mention that as a student I find it nearly impossible to pay for my education and live in an economy like this, even though I know it's the only way to get a decent job, I get hushed up while tuition rates increase and financial aid disappears.

If as a young person, I cry out against all these things through the use of social media, it's called a fad.

And when I am too frustrated to say anything at all...I am called apathetic.

Give me something to fight for.

~Tiarra

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