Let Girls BE Girls

By Noella Muhamiriza It’s Thursday morning in Northern California, “NorthCal” as we like to call it here; just the thought of having a day off from school and work has me dancing around my small apartment. I’m getting ready to go out and I put on my new...

Because He Asked…

“Guess what!?” I screeched into the phone. “What?” Imole, my friend, answered automatically. “Guess,” I said again. “Oh my God! Would you save me the trouble and just tell me? What’s making you this excited,” she answered. I could feel her getting all excited already...

Was I Being Irrational?

I loved him. It was as simple as that. I felt I had come to the juncture where I no longer had to search for that butterfly feeling in my tummy. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not saying I have not had it before. But with him, I knew those were just clones of the real...