Robin Monique, Blogger & Freelance Writer

I woke up this morning, looked outside, then checked the weather report and said, "Nope. Not gonna be able to do it today."  And so I called off. This may be the 5th or 6th time I've done so since I started this temp assignment. I felt bad for maybe the first hour or so of my day. But when it got worse and the mayor ended up shutting down the city (Yes, they shut down Cleveland, We-Don't-Give-a-Eff-Drive-in-an-Avalanche, Ohio) at about 3pm, I knew that I had made the right decisio...

I cannot remember the last time I actually purchased a book. As a former book addict, I am unnerved by the fact that in the last three months, I have only read one book from cover to cover.

While sitting in my bedroom, thirsty for something to read, I perused my book collection. I was saddened when I realized that every book that I actually liked, I'd read at least three times. So I began having a conversation on Twitter asking why no authors were writing books about ...

No matter how well-intentioned I am about my finances, there is one obstacle standing between me and financial discipline. Like most women, I have a hankering for fly ish. 

Now, it's not crazy, completely out of my means fly ish. Yes I own a Chanel, a Coach, and a Bebe bag, but those are all hand me downs from my sister-in-law's collection. I stay in my...

Last week, I had a revelation. After reading a post on cnn.com about people who have taken up freelance work to get through the recession, IT dawned on me.

I was not created to work for someone else.

I'm too much of a slave to my passion. I have to follow inspiration when it strikes, and unfortunately for my employers, inspiration can occur on company time. When I feel a message bubbling in my soul, supressing it is not an option. No matter where I've wor...

Wrote this back in 2008, but lately I've been noticing a lot of conversations arise about how women handle their sexuality. Felt the need to bring back a gem from my days as "Skinny Black Girl."

Here comes the familiar itch.

"Some say the ex

make the sex spec-tacular..."

It's happened to all of us. Every now and then, you see your ex post-break up and there's just something about them that pulls you in. You talk, hear something familiar in their voice. Their eyes hold that familiar sparkle. Your arms slightly graze each others and you feel the electricity flow through your veins. And in that moment you know, tonight, it's going down.

I had one of these mom...

How can you not blog about today? I thought I could avoid it. But as the spirit of the moment permeates the Internet community, my fingers almost moved themselves to the keyboard.

For me, today is a reminder to keep your eyes on the light. Before we can change the world around us, we have to change our perspective. The Inauguration of Barack Obama is n...

With the upcoming release of the biopic, "Notorious," the life, music, and influence of The Notorious BIG has been brought back to the forefront of our minds. Without a doubt, this renewed interest is the result of some savvy movie marketing, but it has unearthed a question that we can finally ask from an objective place. Of course, it would have been in poor taste to question BIG's ...

Lately, I've been on Facebook noticing various status messages with the same theme: "I'm a hustler. I don't sleep." 

Perhaps this is why I refrain from referring to myself as a "hustler." When it comes to drive, I know that I'm no Donald Trump or P. Diddy type. Meaning, I don't live by the "success by any means necessary" mantra. I do believe, though, that I am an ambitious person who is on the path to great things. Not to knock anyone else's path, but ummmmm, mines inc...

Remember that from Dr. Dre's Xxplosive? Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch!

I typically do not like to dedicate time, energy, or brain space to ignorance like this, but I just couldn't help mysel...