The Fantastically Demonic World of Nila N. Brown

Come in closer, my lovelies. It occurred to me that I could write my blogs about the world around me as I see it, or some celebrity, or snarking on whatever’s going on in the world, you know…like I do on Twitter on RHOA or Empire nights. What? I blow off steam that way, but sometimes, I fall short as a human being. I don’t need anyone to tell me; I know that I do. We all do because that’s how humanity rolls; I’m just willing to admit it out loud and in my writings. We look at people and situations without personalizing them, and in the process, we forget how fortunate we are.  This is what I like to blog about the most. It helps me to put things in perspective. Case in point, this Saturday (2/28/15), I woke up and did some laundry, and then harped about not having enough hangers for the ridiculous amount of clothes that I didn’t know I had. I can’t tell – I’m always complaining I have nothing to wear. This is just me being extra. Anyhoo, I was being an...

Hello My Lovelies! I'm at the end of the long, arduous process of packing up my belongings and moving yet again; this time to an apartment complex not far from the j.o.b. that pays the bills. Yes, I know - I'm nearly 50 and I live in apartments, but I'm helping to pay for my daughter's college and haven't become the next JK Rowling yet, but I'll get there. For the time being, I have to make do with my living situation as best I can. Once my kid graduates nursing school and hits the world as an independent woman, I can start rolling up my nickels, dimes and quarters for a down payment so I can settle down in something that I can own.   The packing and the move has slowed me down in that I had so much stuff that I brought into this apartment and, knowing I would be here for the two years I committed to it, I never unpacked. On top of what I brought there during that time, all of that crap had to be unpacked, some thrown out or sent to the Goodwill, repa...