Fight Like Hell: A Quest to Find A Church in NYC

When I moved to New York, looking for a church felt like being dropped in the middle of Hunger Games. Left to fend for yourself in a new place with tons of distractions competing for your time, you hoped the odds would be in your favor.

When Cinderella Got it Wrong

I get asked a lot whether Not Cinderella stems from some childhood obsession with the story of Cinderella. It doesn’t. I was never overly intrigued by her. The story didn’t stand out anymore than other Disney versions of fairy tales I had heard. But, what I did notice was her mainstay popularity in our culture and elevation to a heroine.

An Open Letter to Men Who Love Sundresses

To: Every man who has ever referenced “sundress season” In a few short weeks summer will be ushered out of our presence with the arrival of fall. If you live in a place with seasons, with it will go warm and humid days, block parties, barbecues and more skin being shown off than covered up….

Not Cinderella Launch Party Photos

A little over three weeks ago Not Cinderella officially launched. The response thus far has been great and I look forward to the Un-Princess Movement growing with time. Blogs will post weekly (still playing with the perfect day of the week). If you ever have questions or are interested in contributing, email me at hey@notcinderella.com….

Jesus is Not Your Bae, Boo or Man.

Last week, as part of the spouse challenge, a woman named Teneka Griffin posted some pictures that were edited to make it appear as if she was is in a relationship with Jesus. She posted them with a long paragraph about her love for her man and although she never said his name, it was…

The Russian Roulette of Religion.

Choosing what to wear to church is like playing Russian roulette. It’s either hit or miss. Add to that being a female in leadership and you just upped the ante. Now you’re playing with a fully loaded clip. Don’t let it be a special Sunday with a female guest preacher. Boom. You’re dead and you’re…

Why I Ran.

Painful. Ugly. Guilt-Ridden. Depressing. And the best decision of my life.