What You Not Gon’ Do is Have Oprah Run for President

Honestly, y’all ain’t gon’ do that to the Queen.

As I watched her Golden Globes speech last night, I was enthralled. I was hyped. I had tears in my eyes. It was powerful. It was awe-inspiring. It was everything.

And of course, the internet started to get hype with the loud musical chorus of ‘She Should Run for President!’ followed by a choreographed number of, ‘She Can Save Us!’


Now, the last time I heard someone cheer for a woman to run for president, she lost in a pretty fantastic fashion and we ended up getting the dumpster fire fuckface of our current president, so I have to say, ‘Nahh, bihhh….what you not gon’ do is have Oprah suffer.’

Don’t get me wrong; I love Oprah. I’ve always admired her. She’s incredibly smart, personable, built her billion-dollar empire on her own, and always seems like she’s that auntie that’ll put you in your place but always out of love and not because she wants to hear herself speak.

However, with all of the accomplishments Oprah has (and believe me, they are pretty spectacular), sometimes we need to let her be who she is without the stress of running the free world. Let her be content at home with her puppies, Steadman, and favorite things.

Do you really want her to age and all stressed out and shit?


I’ve followed Oprah for years and let me tell you as much praise she receives, she also receives a lot of unnecessary bullcrap. ‘Why doesn’t she do this? Why hasn’t she done that?’ And I know this because I, myself, have asked those same questions.

And then I also checked myself because, well, why does she have to be the one that does everything? Why can’t someone else pick up the ball and run? I liken it to when you can’t find one thing to pick someone apart, you will create something and run with it, kinda like that false story about black women boycotting Black Panther.

Let’s face it – when someone runs for any public office, all of their dirty laundry gets spilled. You didn’t return a library book on time 30 years ago? That’s going to be brought up. You were a wild teenager even though you’re in your sixties? That’s going to be brought up.

You were accused of sexually harassing several women and you support a pedophile? You’re going be elected president.


Back to the main topic, Oprah shouldn’t run because she doesn’t need to. And honestly, she probably doesn’t want to. Oprah has made a significant impact on her own throughout the world. She’s started a school. She has her own magazine. She has her own network! She doesn’t need the stress of keeping North Korea’s nuclear war threatening ass at bay.

I saw the same thing people were saying about Michelle Obama after her amazing speech at the Democratic National Convention. Very inspiration. Completely mind-blowing. And again, the chorus of, ‘Michelle should run!’ was sung along with praise dancers in the aisles and a step team outside the convention.

And guess what? Michelle saw the stress her husband went through and she probably thought,’Oh hell no! Y’all ain’t putting me through that same shit. Let me go chill with Missy.’


Let’s appreciate the spectacular speech Oprah gave and maybe, that encouraged another woman to run for president. Or even another man to run. But let’s not do this to Oprah. She deserves to live the rest of her life stress-free and not babysitting us who don’t deserve her.


Why I Think New Year’s Resolutions Are, Well, Lame AF.


At least for me.

I’ve never really been keen on doing yearlong resolutions I’ll make either on December 31st or first thing when I’m kinda awake, kinda sober, kinda coherent on January 1st.

And I’m supposed to keep these resolutions all freakin’ year??

It’s not that it’s impossible; anything’s possible if you put your mind to it. But let’s keep it one hundred for a moment – do you honestly believe you’re going to make a list of resolutions (people usually have many) and hit those goals all year?

Probably not. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

I liken my stance to those who say they’re going to lose weight this year. They join a gym within the first week of January. They’re hitting it every day after work and maybe a couple of times during the weekend.

And then they miss going once. Then once becomes two days in a row. Then it becomes a week. Then it becomes, ‘Eh, I’ll start up again next month!’ Their goal to lose weight is kaput by Valentine’s Day while you’re still paying off Christmas debt.


It reminds me of a couple of my friends. They set goals this past year. They even had a vision board to make sure their goals would be hit. They were excited. Their excitement made me excited for them!

And come the summer…goals were kaput. Neither one of them attempted to do any of the goals. It was as if they both collectively said, ‘Fuck it’ and kept pushing. So naturally…they’re excited about this year’s goals again.


I think for people who are serious about New Year’s Resolution and have a solid track record of hitting them, doing resolutions are great. I think for the majority of us, who are well, let’s keep it one hundred once again, lazy AF, hitting a resolution you set way back in optimistic January is usually long-forgotten about come staying cozy October. By the time it’s too-cold-for-this-bullshit December reaches, it’s time for another list of resolutions you’re going to make and not hit.

The cycle continues.

So, what’s my solution to this long post of bitching and complaining? Make quarterly goals. Each quarter contains three months. 90 days. That’s plenty of time to set a goal or two (or 10) and hit as many as you can. Whatever you’re not successful with in one quarter, can be pushed back to another quarter.

The kicker is, however, that whatever goal you push back in one quarter, it has to be achieved the very next. You don’t want to become New Year’s Resolution Fail now. That’s not the point here. The point is see you achieve and be great. You deserve nice things. Let’s get it!

My resolutions for the upcoming quarter are simple:

  1. Pay off at least one credit card.
  2. Save 10% of each paycheck.
  3. Create another stream of income.
  4. Lose 10 pounds.

It sounds simple enough but it’s going to take a lot of work to hit each goal. But I’m willing to try.

What are your goals for the upcoming quarter?


Vegan Arugula Salad

Normally, I do my vegan and vegetarian recipes on Wednesdays. However, I didn’t post last Wednesday and I only discovered this recipe on Thursday (go figure). But better late than never, right?


It’s hella simple to make and it tastes so freaking good!

Before I get to the recipe portion, let’s talk about some of the benefits of arugula; some of this is brand-new to me!

It’s healthy as shit for you. No, really it is. It’s chalkful of vitamins and cancer-fighting properties. It’s also being used to stave off Alzheimer’s and dementia.

Two, you can use it as a tool for weight loss. Notice, how I said you can use it as a tool; not a replacement for an active lifestyle.

Three, it boosts the immune system. Eat enough arugula and your body will be able to handle any cold and flu season coming your way.

And allegedly, arugula can be used as an aphrodisiac. I need to test that theory.

Now, I used this recipe as the base but really, I just did my own thing:


  • half a bag of arugula.
  • 2 Tablespoons of Rice Vinegar (I also read Apple Cider or Red Wine Vinegar works great here too)
  • 1 Tablespoon of Olive oil
  • Sea salt
  • Toasted sesame seeds.

Yeah, that simple.

Combine the vinegar and oil, adding salt to your flavor preference. Toss it over the salad and add the sesame seeds. So simple, so delicious, so freaking easy!!

The original recipe called for cherry tomatoes and avocado (I didn’t have either on hand so I just went without) but I’ll definitely add that next time.

My dinner featuring honey-soy salmon, buckwheat, and arugula. 

What are some of your favorite arugula recipes?

Thanksgiving Adventures

We celebrated Thanksgiving in my hometown of Palm Springs with my family.  We were only there for 24 hours (if that), but we had a lot of fun. Way too much food and my parents were anxious to get rid all of it because they were going to see Charlie Wilson at Stateline (gotta love the old folks who have their own lives. #goals).

Enough babbling…here are the pics (no food pics to show, tho).


Bear and my mom. He really loves his Mo.


Maks and I had to deliver food to my brother, who was working on Thanksgiving, so my mom watched Bear while we were out. She wore him out! Grandmothers are awesome just for that purpose.


Obligatory couple post.


Bear was trying to take pics of the planes flying over my parents’ home. They live close to the airport. Photo cred: Hubby.


Maks took this shot of Bear when we were in downtown P.S. It was rather crowded the day after Thanksgiving!

I’m back to the normal posting schedule this week. I apologize again for lack of posts. This month was surprisingly busy! I hope you all are doing fabulous and great! xoxoxo


A Letter to my Younger Self


Dear Younger Crys,

Your life won’t be peaches and cream. Tbh, it’s not now but it really won’t be in several years. I don’t mean to scare you when I say that. You’ll have some heartbreak so hurtful, you’ll be amazed you even got out of bed. You’ll have triumphs so amazing, you’ll be surprisingly humble about it all.

Here some bullet points you should consider:

The guy you’ll marry won’t be a CEO, a rapper, or a guy who has street cred. In fact, he’ll be one of the biggest nerds you’ll ever met and you know what? He’ll be your soulmate. He’ll understand your faults, embraces your strengths, and be your biggest cheerleader when you feel the world is against you. Keep him. He’s good people.


You’ll be fascinated by social media for a brief period before you realize there’s more to life than liking photos and posting funny things all day. In fact, as you approach 40, you’ll realize how much of a time-waster it really is.

You’re going to have several miscarriages, and one of those losses will be so heartbreaking, you think you won’t be able to withstand it. You do and persevere. Ethan’s loss will make you realize how precious life is and how it all can be taken away from you in a second. He’ll also make you fully enjoy his little brother, Bogdan, when he’s born.  


Your dream job won’t be in a courtroom or handling legal briefs, though you will temporarily work for lawyers. Your dream job will be writing and you’ll love every moment of it. Despite the naysayers, despite the haters, despite people telling you there’s no profit in writing, you’ll do it and you’ll be very successful at it. Don’t give up.

You can read people very well and often see through their bullshit. Love them, anyway. There will be those who will make up excuses for their behavior, knowing they’re in the wrong. You know they’re full of it but you’re classy and won’t humiliate or degrade them. You also don’t have to honor them with your presence any longer. If they can’t respect you enough to be honest, they don’t deserve your presence. You can love them from afar.

Save as much money as you can and put them in accounts you don’t have easy access to. Trust me on this one, girlfriend. Your liquid accounts will often look like crap, but your investment accounts – the ones that really matter – will look very, very nice.


Your clean house won’t be so clean anymore once the kids come, but it’ll be a livable mess. You’ll take care of the major things – sweeping, moping, vacuuming, and scrubbing the bathrooms – but there will be a pile of loose papers that you’ll ignore because well, you’re living life. But eventually you’ll take care of them.

You’ll become a glorified housewife and you’ll have no desire to go back to work ever again. A far cry from your original dream of becoming a judge. And you know what? You’ll be perfectly happy with that. Sometimes life will throw a curveball you didn’t see coming and not all curveballs are bad. In fact, some of them will show you a strength you didn’t know you had.

This all might sound foreign and scary, and trust, it is. But despite the painful setbacks, your comebacks are legendary. And you will continue to amaze and inspire yourself.

Your Biggest Fan,

Older Crys