Push.

Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.Tiiiick. Tock. It's not biological, literal, or remotely hypothetical. Though I try to silence it, my clock keeps right. on. ticking. I've tried to find ways to capture the minutes and moments in some sort of freeze frame. Out of the sheerly hilarious, random, whimsical, destined, insane, and "Ain't that some sh--?!" moments of my twenty-something life as a brown girl in the city, this blog was born. 

I really hope you dig what I have to say. Scratch that. I actually don't care that much if you dig it per se. But, since you stopped by, feel free to push. Push back on the ideas, not the author. Push me forward (conceptually, not face plantually). Push the envelope. Push my wrinkle in time right into the next chapter of novel worthy nights.

Selah,

Shon