It is November. NO. VEM. BER.

How?

I’m sure the monotony and rigor of adulthood effortlessly blends hours into days and days into weeks and so on and so on. I never remember months and years moving as fast as they do now.

Nevertheless I’m staring another November in the face. Whether you have leisurely perused these e-pages for years or just got here yesterday this announcement has been the same since 2010. It’s National Blog Posting Month and I am committing to blogging everyday this month.

EVERY. DAY.

There have been times in the past 7 ish years that I haven’t successfully completed the challenge but I have succeeded more times than not.

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Trust me, you don’t want to miss this epic display of foolery, life happenings, fashion, beauty, recipes, photography and videos I have planned for you. As a creative I often fall in a rut here and there and challenges like this force me to climb out of the box and shine creatively.  I’ll be so happy to have you and even happier if you decided to share the wealth and some of this good content to your social channels every now and again. Nothing makes a blogger beam more than a little share love.

I would also totally love to connect with you. Leave me some comments, here, there and everywhere. It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow but I will get back to you.

So here’s to November. I’ll see you around the way, tomorrow.

I am a proud HBCU graduate. The rich history and traditions of Historically Black Colleges and Universities span hundreds of years and across familial generations. Showing pride for the legacy that defines HBCUs and their origination consists of untold stories of trendsetters and trailblazers that didn’t let the color of their skin dictate their right to a quality education. Following in the steps of these phenomenal individuals  makes that pride burn even brighter. If you’ve ever known an HBCU graduate you know we stay hype and our rivalries are strong.  The history of our institutions of higher learning are rich, complicated and vast. Our loyalty goes beyond a name, it hinges on a rich history of  black men and women who fearlessly educated themselves, served our communities and dared to disrupt the idea of what society at the time said an educated person looked like. Some of this world’s greatest inventions were created by these genius minds.

It was on thee highest of 7 hills in Tallahassee, FL at Florida A&M University that I was introduced to adult life, its hard knocks, life long friendships, hangovers, trap music, my husband …..a degree.

Two weeks ago my husband,  two of my best friends, and I took a road trip back to where we all connected for a little homecoming action.

HBCU homecomings are a phenomenon in their own right. Stepping back onto campus brought back all kinds of memories. Memories of that time I got out of my car and my heel broke, and recollections of club behavior  when we had to link arms to make it back to the car, and those times when you were her eyes and ears when he was seen across town. You know, when you honed your  ride or die homegirl skills.

…….. and the exact area where I heard my now husband yell out, ” Aye, Mimi.”

So. Many. Memories.

An HBCU homecoming is an amazing mash up of loud music, good food, and vendors. It’s best described as a cultural experience.

I remember it being warm during homecoming but this year the record heat curbed my enthusiasm for going to the game. When I say it was hot, it had to be close to 95 degrees without a cloud in the sky, and against my better packing judgement I didn’t pack a pair of shorts. Sitting in that stadium with jeans on was a recipe for heat stroke so I passed.

I took one for the culture team,  grabbed a watermelon lemonade, some shade and a seat for a little people gazing.

We had grand plans of partying Saturday night away, instead we opted for a girls night in complete with delivered food, laughs and sleep. This getting old thing makes things so simple. I can’t wait to go back next year. I was called Ma’am a few times so that was a rude awakening that I am not to be confused with the younger homecoming set. Next year I’m trying to be up in the parking lot with the old alumni and their RVs. I’m glamping to homecoming next year. Watch.

What college did you go to? Did you enjoy your college experience? When was the last time you went to your school’s homecoming?