Journaling and Blogging
Self-publishing my journals was a way to share part of the process of my self-care and part of the process of how I’ve been able to accomplish so much in the last 5 years. Never did I think that I would be featured in a national article of The BestWomen and Business Books to Read in 2025.This goes to show you that anything is possible. You don’t need to be the most popular; you just need consistency and a great work ethic.
The Greatest Gift I’ve Ever Been Given
I didn’t know how much love my heart could hold until I looked into his eyes.
Becoming a mother slowed me down in the most beautiful way. It rooted me. It changed the way I moved through the world. Suddenly, everything revolved around this little boy who needed me — and I needed him more than I even knew at the time.
He didn’t just grow up — he grew me up.
Now that he’s 25, I look at him and see a reflection of every prayer I whispered, every tear I hid, and every dream I carried for him when he couldn’t see it for himself. He’s not just my son — he’s one of my best friends. We talk. We laugh. We bump heads sometimes. But the love? The love never shifts.
Raising him was the making of me.
We Plant Now, So We Bloom All Summer
We Plant Now, So We Bloom All Summer
And let me be clear: it’s not just about the planting — it’s about the watering. It’s about the daily tending. The quiet moments when no one is watching, and it’s just you and your dream deciding to choose each other again.
Oh, To Be a Black Woman – A Celebration of Strength, Legacy, and Self-Love
Turning 50 is more than a milestone—it’s a declaration of strength, wisdom, and self-love. Oh, to Be a Black Woman is not just a hat; it’s a celebration of everything that makes us powerful. As I step into this new chapter, I am prioritizing my health, embracing my authenticity, and building a legacy that inspires generations. This is the season of intentional living, self-celebration, and standing unapologetically in my truth. Join me in honoring the beauty and resilience of Black womanhood.
When Chief Allomanhin placed the wand in my hands, I knew this was no ordinary gift. In his culture, only kings and chiefs carry this sacred symbol of power, wisdom, and leadership. It is never given lightly—yet he gave it to me. In that moment, he confirmed what I had not yet fully claimed for myself: I am walking in something greater. This was more than recognition; it was a calling. When a chief acknowledges you as worthy of something only rulers hold, you don’t question it—you rise to meet it.