Bay Areal Soul: Black Vines Event

What I love most about residing in the Bay Area is the plethora of culturally rich events that are offered year round.Though outsiders may view the Bay as a techie hotspot more than anything else, us natives are far removed from that lifestyle and instead thrive in supporting our local businesses and entertainment. With weather slightly more mild than LA, but the socially consciousness of D.C., the Bay is an interesting melting pot of countless subcultures and communities.

Which is why these smaller, meaningful events can be challenging to find. This weekend, all my searching paid off as I attended the Black Vines Winetasting Event in Oakland.

DSC_5946The event took place at the Joyce Gordon Art Gallery in downtown Oakland, which was showcasing pieces by artist Brian Keith Thomas.


DSC_5980Equipped with a keepsake wine glass, me and the girls enjoyed hor d’oeuvres while we peeped the scene.

DSC_5975 DSC_5952 DSC_5942The small gallery quickly became packed, so we filled our wine glasses and staked a corner.

DSC_5951As we settled in, we began to notice the eclectic art adorning the gallery’s walls, and were grasped by the strong images.

DSC_5976 DSC_5963 DSC_5965 DSC_5945 DSC_5943I was especially captured by these deceiving pieces, which contained hidden subtext. We had a chance to speak with the artist, who urged us to look closer.

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DSC_5958By the time desserts came, we had exhausted our wine choices and were ready to bid farewell to the experience.


The event was enjoyable, but if I had to provide criticism, it would be the lack of vendors and space. There were only four vendors, though they did provide both a white and red wine choice. Many people stopped by, and at some point, it became too crowded to move freely, which you need after a glass of wine! Still, I had a good time. Salut!

February Recap: In GIFs

This month has been….overwhelmingly exhausting, exciting, challenging, frenetic, informative, insightful and beneficial. For a short month, a whole lot sure has happened!! I turned 30, threw a big party, celebrated my first V-Day as a Mrs., caught up with old friends, rejoined the blogging world, engaged in two important projects at work, the list goes on. I’m TIRED. With tenacity (and prayer), I survived. I made it y’all. I’ve never been happier to see the end of February. Before we say hello to March though,  let’s recap the crazy, shall we?

Turning 30 turned out to be a great thing – meltdown avoided!

turning30I celebrated the milestone with a 90s themed party, where I danced like this (because I’m in my 30s now)

rihannadanceNow that my <former> broken foot has 110% healed, I amped up my exercise routine and got back in the gym

bradpittexerciseWith so much going on in February, I didn’t have much planned for V-Day. Still, the S.O. and I shared in the day of love.

drankrihannaMore projects came across my desk. The good news? I’m starting to gain true understanding of the work!

kelworkBy the end of the month, I was in need for comic relief, which my girls readily provided.friendsIs there anything I could’ve done better? Do I wish I’d gotten more wedding planning done? Could I have spent less and saved more?

kanyeshrugDon’t know, don’t care. I’m ready for March!

What about you? How was your February?

Brown Girl Blogger: The Art of Failing Up

“If you don’t know what you want to do,

do everything.”

– wise words spoken by my father


My first aspiration was to be a gymnast. I enrolled in the local YMCA and spent my evenings hanging from bars. Then, I saw someone tumble viciously off the balance beam. I decided I could do flips for fun but, that the balance beam wasn’t going to be my future. Instead, I turned to books for entertainment and discovered an entirely new world. Some might say I failed at gymnastics and they would be right.

Failing and failing UP are not the same thing. One should always aspire to fail UP. Read the rest of my guest post at Brown Girl Bloggers.





Museum of Broken Relationships

It’s February and all month long, love has been in the air. Relationships are being celebrated, hearts are soaring. But for every lovestruck couple there are countless heartbroken individuals, nursing what once was. Love is a beautiful thing, until it’s not.

A couple of weeks ago, I traveled to the city to explore a darker side of love. My family thought it a bit strange that I wanted to visit such a somber place on my birthday, but I tend to find beauty where most overlook it. On its first open day, the gallery was empty; a sterile environment juxtaposed with emotional remnants.

I read each story, touched each memento, and relived the heartbreak, the sorrow, the relief, the hope for a new beginning. The experience was powerful, and I urge you to visit if the traveling exhibit makes it to your city.

The Museum of Broken Relationships

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