To say that we are all stressed during the shelter-in-place would be an understatement. We have cleaned all that we can clean, ordered all that we can order from Amazon,  watched all that we can watch, and went grocery shopping for all the snacks in the world. Now what? I really don’t know. At…

  Salute to all the parents struggling through e-learning…and the sh*t just started. Salute to the parents who are also teachers and have to balance life between both ends of the spectrum. Salute to the parents that are working from home; cooking, cleaning, responding to emails, fussing, and dishing out kisses. It is hard to…

  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…

  My entire life I have been unduly afraid of mice. You can put me in a room with an agitated grizzly bear before you can with rodent. I haven’t had an extreme experience and/or an encounter with a rodent that was traumatizing. My fear has surrounded the fact that they aren’t easy to catch….

    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 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…

  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. 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…

    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 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…