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Introducing the New Meet Tyece Video + Updates to

April 12, 2017

In 2013 I wrote, “You write about the tough moments. The foolish moments. The beautiful moments. You write and write and write. And, then, it reaches someone. Just one person. And, that is why you keep writing.”

I have kept writing on Twenties Unscripted for nearly five years. But so much has shifted, blossomed, tossed and turned since I started Twenties Unscripted – and even since I filmed the original “Meet Tyece” video at the end of 2015. So, I decided it was time for a spring refresh.

[VIDEO] Meet Tyece Wilkins 2017 -filmed and produced by Roconia Price

Check out the video below to hear my perspective on how things have changed since I started Twenties Unscripted and what’s on deck for the next step in my creative journey.

[Refresh] Updates to

In addition to the new video, I’ve made a few updates to my second home –

  • New cover page
  • Updated bio
  • Streamlined offerings on the Work With Me page

Mad love goes to my friends Jazzmin Awa-Williams and Roconia Price for making magic when it came to the photography and video for this refresh. My presence on the Internet has certainly evolved over the years, and they’ve both been incredible in bringing that transformation to life.

And, whether it’s your first or 500th time on this site, thank you for rocking with me. It’s always exciting to see what will come next. Happy Spring.


Bruised Knees, Scraped Elbows: What I’ve Learned From Cultivating Twenties Unscripted

July 5, 2016

What a wild ride the past year has been.

What a wild ride the past year has been.

The best lessons come by way of bruised knees and scraped elbows.

There are things people could have told me early on about blogging that wouldn’t have translated at the time. Because there are things that don’t make sense until you creep through the dark tunnels of this Internet writing journey with only a caving head lamp and a heap of faith to see your way through.

It’s hard, nearly impossible, to believe that I’ve now blogged on Twenties Unscripted for the same amount of time I spent earning a college education. I remember who I was when I started school and who I was when I graduated, and it hits me that the ways in which a person can metamorphose in only four years are unending and unexpected. It hits me that who I was when I purchased this domain and who I am now as I pen this post are two very different versions of myself, with Twenties Unscripted as the single most important thread to tie those two women together.

Nonetheless, I’ve managed to keep this little corner of the Internet lit with my fire, despite  extinguishers sometimes blasting my way. I gave birth to something I believed in, nurtured it, helicopter-parented it at times to the point of agony, and finally started trusting in a little bit of what I learned along the way. If my bruised knees and scraped elbows from four years of blogging could grab the mic, here’s what I’m sure they would say.

Don’t be afraid to look back.

We hear a lot about the danger in looking back, the temptation to cover our memories in make up until they become unrecognizable. But a little reflection every now and again never turned anyone into Lot’s wife. Your blog is your evolution, accessible whenever you need a testament to how much you’ve grown and how much grace you needed. So, don’t beat yourself up too much when you read the posts you wish you would have waited to publish. Try not to scoff or cringe at all of the f-bombs you dropped in 2013. Blogging is a here and now kind of sport. It is about game time decisions. Whims of the heart. The audacity to click publish, time and time again.

And don’t spend too much time looking forward.

All of your plans on pretty paper and all of your goals on giant post it notes are no match for the Universe’s magic. Give her the space to pull rabbits out of hats. Resist the urge to litter every single month with some sort of plan in hopes of keeping yourself relevant. There comes a point where the work speaks for itself and no longer requires your megaphone. And that point only arrives when you leave enough space on the page for the Universe to fill in the blanks. The Universe cannot perform magic if you only leave the margins empty.

Don’t get so hungry for the future that you starve yourself of the present.

You’ve got to let life happen. You don’t have to wait for that life to make any sense before you write it down. But, you’ve got to let life happen and you’ve got to be there when it does. You won’t look back and regret the nights you didn’t blog; you’ll regret the nights you didn’t show up, the nights you flaked, the nights you said no to that you’ll never get a chance to say yes to again.

Create boundaries.

As a personal blogger, your mind is your business, so the boundaries teach other people how to mind their damn business. Give yourself permission to go off the grid without summoning guest writers to substitute your space. Say no and mean it. Find polite ways to tell people to go kick rocks. Let go of the need to explain your whereabouts or whys. The people who need to know where you are always will. Consistency matters, yes. So does your sanity. So does your freedom. So does the rhythm of your tiny beating heart.

Choose your tribe wisely. Then show up for them all the way.

Some retweets and likes do not make a tribe. Say it again: some retweets and likes do not make a tribe. Your tribe is a group of creatives dependent on the land of their art to survive. Your tribe is not integrated into the trends of the broader online society. So once you sort through the riff raff and inevitable bullshit of the Internet, you’ll be left with your tribe. Those are the only people you really have to show up for. Those are the people you book bus tickets for, the people you clear a weekend for, the people you root on from your seat in the front row. Don’t let the pervasiveness and ease of social media fool you; there are moments where you simply need to be in the room and show your smiling face.

Remember that there is a pencil thin line between jealousy and admiration, one that gets harder to toe the more social media you consume.

Mute them if you need to, unfollow them if you must. Consume purposefully. Intentionally. Proactively. Deliberately. Go to the online spheres you adore when you are well and ready to taste them, without wanting to snatch their recipes or compare them to whatever’s cooking in your own kitchen.

And, above all else, always say what you need to say before considering what they need to hear.

You are not required to speak to the times or reflect popular culture or go viral. You are required, however, to write your heart out, to tell the truth, to tear down walls, to break chains, and to never give the page any less than you know you have.

Happy 4th birthday, Twenties Unscripted.



Announcing Twerk, Write & Roar: Celebrating Four Years of Twenties Unscripted

June 27, 2016

Blog anniversary graphic

This happened somewhere on a rooftop bar in Chicago, after my Jack and coke and before my Corona. This happened after an 11-hour work day where I almost gave in to my old habits, the ones that tempt me to say no to plans when I know I should say yes. This happened while I sat next to Melissa Kimble for the first time ever, even though the minute we started talking, it felt like we’ve spent a million Tuesday nights together at a bar named Reggie’s.

I threw around both of my potential ideas for this year’s blog anniversary theme with Melissa, and the minute this one came out of my mouth, we both knew.

“That’s it,” Melissa told me. “That’s you.”

The words “twerk” and “write” as a duo have been sashaying through my head since the beginning of the year. I didn’t quite know what life they would take on, but as I approached my four-year mark, they finally made sense as the umbrella for this year’s theme. And roar? Roaring is my native tongue. It’s what I’ve been doing on this blog since 2012. It’s the verb that explains everything from the fonts I choose to the opportunities I create. It’s the reason I’m here: not to whisper my truth, but to shout it from the Internet skyscraper I built by hand.

Twerk, Write & Roar captures where my heart and mind are at this distinct wrinkle in time. This year has been unprecedented when it comes to my sense of personal freedom and my detachment from the treadmill. This year has been about writing my definition of carefree black-girling. This year has been about kindly pointing my middle finger to a drum that beats to the tune of fighting to remain relevant in an ever-changing online world. This year has been about silencing the noise and listening to my heart, whether her tune is a lengthy and lovelorn ballad or the best 16 bars I ever heard. This year has been about bottomless celebration. It’s about embracing the here and now despite every single demon in my head that cries to connect the dots of the future. This year has taught me that it’s one thing to live the life you’ve always imagined, but it’s another to live one you never expected.

So, let’s celebrate, shall we? Deets below.

07.15 | Twenties Unscripted DC Happy Hour 5 p.m. El Centro, 14th Street Location
If you’re in the DC area, head over to El Centro for drinks and turn up.

07.16 | Twenties Unscripted honored at Black Weblog Awards
While this is a ticketed, closed event, I can’t thank you all enough for helping me win the Best Writing in a Blog award last year! I can’t wait to celebrate with the other honorees during what’s always a very special month for me.

07.17 | Special 50th Edition of Sunday Kind of Love Newsletter
It’s hard to believe I’ve sent almost 50 editions of my Sunday Kind of Love newsletter. Look out for a special edition on July 17. You can subscribe here.

07.17-07.23 | Guest Writers’ Week – Submissions due July 10
This is always one of my favorite parts of the blog anniversary month. It’s a chance to showcase the voices of other talented writers, many of whom inspire me on the daily. If you’re interested in learning more and submitting your work for this year’s Guest Writers’ Week, click here.

And finally, the book will be on sale all month! Purchase your discounted signed copy here starting Friday, July 1.


22 Personal Bloggers To Elevate You In 2016

December 22, 2015

22 personal bloggers list

The Internet is hungry for a home-cooked meal. In an online world of bite-sized snacks and Buzzfeed listicles, true storytelling and authenticity are becoming extinct. After originally drafting a list of 50 blogs, similar to what I did this past year, I decided to take a minute and focus on women who are writing their hearts out. I wanted to give it up to 22 women who still believe in writing that comes from the bottom of the heart and stories that sucker punch your soul. When you’re looking for inspiration, introspection and downright conviction in the year ahead, here are my go-to girls.

Erica, | The Writing Soulmate

It’s no secret that Erica and I have been joined at the pen since we met in late 2013. Since then, we have both grown as writers and women in ways I don’t think we ever expected. Every time I think about Erica, I don’t know how she does it all, and does it all so well. A mother. A partner. A writer. An editor. And an incredible friend. Her gift is rare and her writing is raw. It leaves you shaking your hands and stomping your feet.

An Erica favorite: “I had to do it. Write it. Speak it. But there is inconspicuous bruising. I noticed sometimes spilling the authenticity of your reality leaves stains that take time to go away, if ever. You’ll always be remembered for this.” –I Remember You Was Conflicted: On Six Years of Blogging

Roconia, | The Slow Fire


Roconia, photo credit @jazzthenoise

There is a revolution brewing inside Roconia Price. On Jan. 1, 2015, I had no idea who she was. Today she is a woman whose voice, both written and verbal, is a source I turn to anytime I crave wisdom, wit, and an unsweetened dose of reality. From her blog posts to our Friday lunches, Roconia’s presence has changed my life and sparked my (r)evolution.

A Roconia favorite: “Tell your story, start a revolution. Someone will inevitably connect. Someone will have a ‘me too’ moment. Someone will, in turn, tell their story. And you know how it goes, peace after revolution.” –24 Karats: 24 Knowledge Nuggets I’ve Acquired By My 24th Birthday

GG, | The Kindred Spirit

Visiting All The Many Layers always feels like coming home. GG has a way with words for women. Her work affirms us and reminds us that we are absolutely not in this jungle of a world alone. After meeting GG at my first “See. Speak. Feel.” showcase, she became someone I never hesitated to spill and share with. I love her gentle yet unbaked take on what it means to live life on your own creative terms.

A GG favorite: Don’t think about the writing. Write. This is also true for life. Don’t overthink it. Live. Learn as you go. Shape as you go. Create as you go. Do it naturally. Do it without fear.” –Remembering Who You Are And What You Want

Yetti, | The Woman Without Apologies

Unapologetic. Bold. Making her way through the wilderness. Yetti’s blog is a one-stop shop for all things related to the many facets of growing up as a young woman. This year Yetti hosted the Back 2 Basics series focused on increasing mental health awareness and providing women with useful techniques to create and sustain positive energy in their lives. She closed the year with the 2015 Black Weblog Award win for Best Personal Blog. Both the series and the win, combined with Yetti’s indomitable strength, will all serve as engines for her success in 2016.

A Yetti favorite: “That piece of me, is mine. I own it. I’m so very selfish with it. And I’m sorry, well no, I’m not really, but that story is simply just not for sale.” –That Story Is Not For Sale

Kiah, | The Enigma

There’s something about Kiah that I want to get to know. Any woman who uses the phrase “Journal” instead of “Blog” as a tab on her website knows a thing or two about this world of writing. I can’t quite remember when I started reading Kiah’s work, but she got on my radar heavily this year after joining the xoNecole team as the managing director. From interviews with yogis to lyrical blog posts, her writing is versatile and resonant. I can’t wait to watch her journey unfold.

A Kiah favorite: “Flashing lights. Camera clicks. Puckered lips and poked out hips. That addiction to Insta-attention is real.” –Who Are You When You’re Off The Air?

Shefon, | The Butterfly



Shefon has the kind of gentleness and mystery I venture to guess brings men to their knees. But, it also keeps women like me gravitating toward her work and her words. She is unafraid to evolve. She doesn’t shy away from the many dimensions of her life. I had the pleasure of meeting her earlier this year as one of my co-panelists at Blogger Week, and we later reunited in November at When Pens Collide. Her voice and her vulnerability will have you hooked, moth to a flame.

A Shefon favorite: “I am not a woman interested in living one life. I want to live many rich and fulfilling lives.” –Life as a Hummingbird: Creativity, Curiosity, and Callings

Ashley, | The Dedicated Dreamer

Ashley is a woman on a mission. It never ceases to amaze me how much she juggles and the many ways in which she continues to expand WriteLaughDream. From her Dear Love brunches to The Writer’s Muse workshops, there is something for everyone in the spaces, both on and offline, that Ashley creates. Beyond that, she is a beautiful spirit dedicated to connecting women and helping them reach their next level.

An Ashley favorite: “Believe me. I am simply working to eventually have a life that’s not dictated by the needs of my boss.” –You Deserve It



Alida, | The Quick-Witted Feminist

Alida Nugent has always been high on my list of writer crushes. Just a few years ago, she seemed like this far away Internet entity whose work made me laugh and cry, all in one sitting. Now her number is saved in my phone, all while I still admire her journey from afar. With the release of her second book, “You Don’t Have to Like Me: Essays on Growing Up, Speaking Out and Finding Feminism“, Alida once again reminded me why a girl who likes her whiskey, words and wit is a woman after my own heart.

An Alida favorite: “Things will go wrong. Things will not turn out the way I want them to. I will fail. I will have to rewrite. I will run out of resources. I will run out of spirit. Sometimes, people will just not love you, or believe in you, or like you, or need you. Sometimes they will and you won’t. It feels like a wave and I cannot swim well.” –The Harder Things I’ve Learned

Hannah, | The Ray of Light

There are bloggers you respect and bloggers you look up to. Hannah Brencher is definitely both for me. Rooted in faith, love, and the never-ending lessons that accompany growing up and letting go, Hannah’s work is that chicken soup for the soul. She reminds us that it is more than possible to develop a career through sharing your authentic self with the world.

A Hannah favorite: “A blog will show you who you are and who you are not. Who you hope to be and who you hope to bury in the next 5 years.” –When A Blog Turns 5

Tassika, | The Voyager

Tassika, more affectionately known as Tass, is a woman unflinchingly honest about her journey. When you visit, you immediately get this sense of where Tass has been, where she is, and where she is going. As the mastermind behind When Pens Collide, a first-of-its kind event that connected writers in an intimate and unplugged setting, I know Tass has so much more to offer the world in the year ahead.

A Tassika favorite: “You don’t predict an evolution, you witness it.” homepage

Jamé, | The Renaissance Woman

Photo credit: @jazzthenoise

Jamé, photo credit: @jazzthenoise

What can’t Jamé Jackson do? That’s the million dollar question. She is a writer, artist, photographer, actress, and the list goes on. But, on The Blonde Misfit, Jamé captures what it means to sometimes be an outlier in a world that too often rewards conformity. I look forward to watching this blossoming HU grad continue to hone her craft and share her voice.

A Jamé favorite:College will not teach you how to get over your first big-girl heartbreak. No honey, nothing but time and wine do that.” That Love That Got Away

Simone, | The Journal

Simone understands the number one rule of writing: the best writing is like really good foreplay. Reading posts on Tea With Sally gives you just enough to get you going, pique your interest and leave you wanting more. I was first introduced to the blog earlier this year when I reached out to a few ladies in my blogging tribe and asked for recommendations for this year-end list. I haven’t stopped reading since.

A Simone favorite: 

i wrote you letters that spelled out the DNA of each tear i shed for love, unrequited.

the way you held my waist at 2:53am

how you turned over and placed your nose behind my ear

i felt your body fall at ease. deeper every time.

but you stand there,

right here

& tell me you don’t love me. –The Point of It All

Tamika, | The Tapestry

In the same way a tapestry displays two sets of interlaced threads, Tamika’s blog is an intersection of her many dimensions. The Californian surviving life in NYC. The proud Afro-Latina. The woman sure of her journey, and yet still finding her way. Tamika is hands down one of the most loyal members of my NYC tribe—I can’t think of one NY event I’ve ever attended or hosted where she hasn’t been present. Can’t wait to see more of her and her work in 2016.

A Tamika favorite: “I just have to get the words out of my head and if people are drawn to them, can relate to them, or learn something from them, it’s a bonus.” –Standing On My Own

stacyStacy, | The Triple Threat

Writer. Photographer. Visual artist. Stacy not only takes on these identities, but she is a prodigy when it comes to each of them. When you visit her eponymous portfolio site featuring written and visual work, be prepared to get lost in the magic for hours. Fresh off the heels of her Beige, Brown, Black, Blacker art showcase, I know that Stacy will continue to wow the world in the year ahead.

A Stacy favorite: I hate that I can’t remember. That I’m a novice. Inexperienced, to say the least. I’ve been patient–I have no choice–but sooner rather than later, I want to truly experience that four letter word and all the stuff that comes with it. –It Took 25 Days to Discover a #QuarterPieceofMe

Tea, | The Belle in Progress

I knew I liked Tea the minute she stood up at the She Who Believes vision board party back in September and fired off a comment about some guy who catcalled at her before the event. On Tea & Whiskey, she chronicles her coming-of-age story. From overcoming stage fright to letting go of toxic friendships, Tea has just scratched the surface of what her voice will mean to the Internet at large.

A Tea favorite: But the important message here is that I did it. I took the first step, got on stage, and did it. It can’t get better if you never try. –Overcoming My Stage Fright

Sheryl, | The Sunrise

Wise beyond her years and powerful beyond measure. Those are the first two phrases that come to mind when I think of Sheryl. We have had a creative bond for awhile now, and my love of Sheryl’s writing received a new jolt after she penned her Dreamer essay for the Dimensions of Black Womanhood series. Sheryl’s writing, both on her blog and in her spoken word performances, convicts you in a beautiful and lasting way.

A Sheryl favorite: I have been trying to get down to the heart of the matter, the only things that will actually matter to you.  And all I’m really coming up with is God, love, and words. –Letter to My 80 Year Old Self 


Noëlle, | The Daredevil

You have to meet her. To understand the full extent of the magic and madness that is Noëlle, you have to spend an afternoon with her, talking about men while sipping way too much wine. That’s what I did a few weeks ago, and it’s why I fell back in love with Twenty Something N Counting. In her writing, Noëlle fuses fact with fiction and sarcasm with storytelling, all while remaining in command of her wit and sensuality.

A Noëlle favorite: Along with my reality check, where my student loan debt served as the gratuity that nobody ordered, came a doggy bag filled with post grad style depression. –New Career, Who Dis?

Robyn, | The Veteran

Long before I ever thought about blogging or even knew what a personal blog was, a woman named Robyn was leaving her unique stamp of wry wit and burgeoning womanhood on the Internet. Not many people can write about men or dating in a way that truly resonates with me, but Robyn is absolutely the exception to that. There is a natural bravado and sense of self that underscores her work, while never overpowering her vulnerability.

A Robyn favorite:I am not driven to men by a desire for companionship. I am driven by a desire for interesting experiences, which can manifest in sexual relationships, friendships or on the rare occasion–partnerships.” –The Virgin Chronicles

La, | The Heartbeat

Show, don’t tell. It’s one of the 10 Commandments of Writing, and La has mastered it. The second you start reading one of her posts, you are right there in the room. Smack dab in the center of the sheets. Wherever she is, you’re there too. I’ve been in love with Liquor, Loans and Love for quite some time, and I reunited with it this year after coming up for air from some projects. Long story short, girl can write.

A La favorite:His mouth feels like fire and his hands feel like home.” –Hunger

Sheriden, | The Flame



Confession: at first, I couldn’t make sense of Sheriden. Instead, I clutched my invisible pearls and shut the Macbook. But, I returned to her work a few months later because the more you write, the more you realize that good writing is topic-agnostic. Sheriden writes the kind of things I’m afraid to even scribe in my journal. But, beyond that, there is a softness and vulnerability to her work. I can’t wait to read more from this dynamo.

A Sheriden favorite: “I’m free. I’m naked. I’m open. I am as close to ready as I’ll ever be.” –All These Things That I’ve Done

Liz, | The Truth Teller

Her last name changed this year, but her writing remained as gut-punching as ever. Liz wrote me a two-page handwritten letter back in the spring, and she has held a special place in my heart ever since. From Ravishly to Elite Daily, and everywhere in between, Liz’s voice has become a table stake in the online world of gritty and unvarnished millennial writing. She never hesitates to take on any topic and write about it eloquently.

A Liz favorite: “I’ve learned my limits, with drinking and sex, and I know too well that showing off your body will bring out the worst in some men.” –Was It Rape?

kateKate, | The Storyteller

Cleveland. A new cat. A boyfriend with super cool specs. And stories for days. Kate spins the details of her life so that anything from a break up with a POPSUGAR Must Have Box to a selfie with the secret service becomes hilarious and heartwarming. Sometimes personal bloggers can suffer from an overdose of self-importance and share too much. But Kate’s blog is so well-written that she reminds us any experience is fodder for a good story.

A Kate favorite: “As it turns out, I am not a personal-humiliation-for-clickbait kind of person – & if I had to be a little bit unprofessional this one time in order to figure it out, I’m probably OK with that.” –A Lesson In Figuring Out Which Stories I’m Not Comfortable Sharing With The Internet


 What other bloggers should be on my radar for 2016? Leave your love in the comments.




The Peril and Pilgrimage of Personal Blogging

October 27, 2015

personal bloggingPlease do not ask me who I wrote that about.

I did not write the essay so that you could connect the dots and draw conclusions. I did not write the essay so that you could conjure up assumptions about whose arms I’ve been in and whose fingers have grazed my soul. I did not write the essay so that you could fill in the gaps or furnish the blanks. I wrote the essay because I am not the only one with unrequited love stories and nights with Adele on repeat.

I do not want to tell you what I do in my free time.

Because then I’ll drop my voice and tell you that I like to blog. And then you’ll ask about that blog and I won’t want to elaborate. Not at first. I won’t want to tell you that I left my heart wide open on the Internet. I won’t want to tell you that I write a lot of things that would make you raise your brow and take a step back. Maybe two. I won’t want to tell you that if you really wanted to climb into the hammock of my mind, you could grab yourself a bottle of red and pour through post after post.

But I wish you didn’t think you really knew me. Because in both grand and molecular ways, you do not.

I wish you didn’t take the liberty to say things like “That’s your signature look” or ask me how I paid for my Macbook. And I wish you didn’t start sentences with, “Well, I read on your blog…” I wish you didn’t slip off your shoes in my house and get all comfortable. I wish you didn’t mount me up on some imaginary pedestal, only to unsubscribe from my newsletter when you got tired of hearing my thoughts. I wish you would use my words as a mirror to your own life instead of a magnifying glass on mine.

I hope you did not fall in love with me from something you read.

Because I am flesh and I am skin. I am eyes that light up and a smile that crams my whole face. I am a voice that never gets below a certain decibel and a laugh that invades everyone’s space. I am sweaty palms and fingernails that never have polish. I am a person. A human. A beating heart. And you need that person, that human and that beating heart if you stand any chance at falling in love. The words help, but they are only a fraction of my whole.

But, maybe I should not ask. And maybe I should not wish. And maybe I should not hope. Because somewhere along the line, in a world of infopreneurs and lifestyle bloggers, I planted my flag in the world of personal blogging. I strapped up my boots and decided to climb to the mountaintop. I turned away from going viral or writing listicles. I dedicated myself to telling stories and stripping my soul bare. See, the world is crammed with documentaries. Photos and quotes and vestiges of damn good days. But, it’s all autobiographical. It’s not personal. It tells the story of someone’s existence, but it never unearths the emotions.

Personal blogging is a pilgrimage toward unearthing the emotions of any and every experience. Personal blogging is a pilgrimage toward writing the words that the world doesn’t even know it needs to hear.

So, maybe I should not ask. And maybe I should not wish. And maybe I should not hope.

Because when I started the pilgrimage, I opened myself up to the peril. The assumptions. The overtly and unapologetically personal questions. The conclusions. The hunger to fill in the blanks. The ephemeral love and loyalty. The appetite to learn and hear more. But far away, on the opposite end of that spectrum, there is safety. There is love. There is a tribe and there is a testimony. There are open minds and people who don’t need to read in between the lines. So I will relace my boots and keep marching on.