Botham Jean…say his name

  Botham Jean. Somebody’s son, brother, cousin, grandson, friend…. Murdered in his own home while eating ice cream on the couch. Accused of being a burglar. In HIS own home. Let that sink in. His murderer, Amber Guyer, was sentenced to ten years in the very state that some people serve life sentences for drug…

Here I Am…

    Here I am… Here I am in the midst of the storm. Here I am with tears in my eyes, a crack in my voice, and thoughts running a mile a minute. Here I am with a heart in so many pieces it takes on a different shape. Here I am in my…

I do not make my curls…

I remember the mental processing it took to cut my hair and go “natural”. I didn’t do it for the reasons many other women did. There was no melanin fueled agenda. No getting in touch with my roots. I was just tired of my hair. I was a breast feeding mom whose hair was ripped…

When Things Fall Apart and Life F***** Sucks…

  Sometimes, things are a shit show. In a domino effect at that. Finances, relationships, mental stability, co-parenting, health….it can and will all fail at once. We feel helpless, hopeless, judged, and disowned. So what can we do when we end up in this uncomfortable place. Six things to do when things fall apart Express…

I Talk About Therapy… A Lot

I talk about therapy. A lot. My conversation is often geared around my own personal experience seeing as though therapy has given me tools no one else in my life would have been able to. In some ways, maybe, my discussions about therapy may be an attempt to normalize something that is so unsettling to…

Happy Graduation Day To My Favorite Soon To Be 1st grader!

    You sir, are nothing short of a miracle. When I needed a sign that God still loved me he gave me you. Being told that I would never have children… being told that I would not be able to do it alone….I was broken. But you came along and  mended me piece by…

My Son Plays With Dolls…

        My son is a true “boy” or rather falls in the stereotypical category of what people think a boy should be like. He is rough around the edges, loves sports, wants to wrestle, and digs in the dirt for bugs. He loves action figures. Spiderman, Batman, Black Panther, and whoever else…

Organize. De-clutter. De-stress. One baby step at a time.

  Growing up my mother would often refer to anything that I “controlled” (for lack of a better word) as organized chaos. No one else knew where it was but I knew exactly where things were, even though they weren’t where they belonged. In adulthood I didn’t change drastically. I have always been extremely clean…

Positive Affirmations

I am a blogger who loves reading other parenting blogs. I was browsing through planet of success and came across these positive affirmations. Recently I have been instilling in my son to show his “amazing” to the world. “You are smart, hilarious, and caring. Show people that. Don’t let them think you are anything other…