We're Going to Need More Wine

by Gabrielle Union

And if you don’t agree with me, I want you to be able to say, “At least that bitch is honest.”

I flashed to her in a room with photos of me all over a wall. “Soon, Nickie Union,” she said. “Soon.”

Once you’ve been the victim of a violent crime and you have seen evil in action, you know the devil lives and breathes in people all day, every day.

When I got divorced and I went flying through my bucket list of dicks, they came in all shapes and sizes. This new approach was liberating. I felt open like a twenty-four-hour Walmart on freaking Black Friday.

You will fart your way to healing, I swear.

I, like many women, know what the hell is wrong with me. Whether we choose to do something about it remains to be