In the United States, the first Watch Night service was held on November 1, 1770, at Old St. George’s Church. It was an integrated service, where freed blacks and whites sat AND worshipped together—singing, praying, exhorting, and converting souls.

Leaving a place where I’d invested so much meant that I’d be submitting to uncertainty, forfeiting control of my life plans and stepping into a realm of absolute newness that might be transformative.

I have literally seen people enter the realm of death because of Bridget's Famous Egg Salad. So, I ALWAYS proceed with caution. You should too!

Get clarity on what you are supposed to do. Refer to that job description. Nothing is worse than becoming engrossed in tasks that your employee doesn't value!

Untethering one's self from the glue of resentment, I believe, seems to be found in the simultaneous work of recognizing and assessing one's worth and worthiness.

Now, I was being told, inadvertently, that my size, skin color, and perceived confidence could quite possibly create a deadly trifecta, making me a target for prejudice, discrimination and racism, even MORE than my peers who were also Black.

I hope y’all see the importance of mental health and wellness, ‘cause everybody on this show needs a damn therapist. And for the last time: You cannot expect your spouse or significant other to bring you out of your depression.

Give Ahmal more lines, please. Naw...just give him his own episode, too. Thanks!

29-year-old Issa is tired of the same old, same old. Five years out of college, she is working at the non-profit, We Got Y’all, amidst a sea of white people, who are out-of-touch with the realities of people of color. 

This was, by far, the most artistic, poignant episode this season. Stellar filming and writing; Barry Jenkins-level stuff.

I shole can’t wait till they find LaToya’s ass!

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: Retreat home for clarity. Every major decision or purchase I ever made came after I talked to my momma.

Most of y’all like Issa, because most of y’all are like Issa. (Read it again. Slowly.)