I hope you had a Merry Christmas. But in truth,
I hope your Christmas was miserable. I wish you had an ache in your heart because something was missing. I hope you were by yourself and it was just another day for you.… READ THE REST
I’m here, climbing these steps in the gym. Kind of wishing I hadn’t set myself up at such a high speed. I’m already tired. I’m trying to act like I’m not actually dying, huffing and puffing up another flight toward that 200 calorie mark.… READ THE REST
College is a fresh start where students find new beginnings. Figuring out the next step in life and who you want to be is the hardest part about it. For me, all it took was one class and one pretty cool professor, and in that class I discovered the root of all my problems.… READ THE REST
We can all relate to feeling this way. It’s more than just waking up on the wrong side of the bed… It’s the feeling of not wanting to even get out of the damn bed because everything is going wrong.… READ THE REST
I’ve lived most of my life to please everybody, but me. Most of my school years featured boy bullies, guerrilla-style mean girls and fake-laughing with people whose pop culture references flew right over my sheltered head. I desperately tried learning to walk, talk and dress a certain way to make you like me.
I never really liked risk. Well, let me rephrase that. I romanticize risk and love the idea of it. I praise the people who are risk-takers and enjoy reading about people who stubbornly dare to do great things despite the odds.… READ THE REST
I grew up with two females who served as my example for how to have a relationship with food: my mom, who was always on a diet, and always wished she could just lose a few more pounds; and my sister, who was and is naturally lean, long, thin, and ate whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.… READ THE REST
My husband failed his entire first year of college. Straight F’s. Even in gym. He was grieving the loss of his older brother who should have been raging in that dorm life with him but was instead in a casket. Sometimes you can make plans for yourself, and then life throws a wrench in the tricycle you’ve been building.… READ THE REST
Grab the tissues mom because this is not going to be easy. I need you to know what you did impacted my life and I will never be the same.
Deep sigh…. Okay I am ready.
I didn’t always have a mom on Mother’s Day.… READ THE REST
Let’s face it: 2016 was a hot mess. We lost a bunch of honored and admired celebrities. Our childhood heroes were being challenged, alleged and infamously uncovered. The black community suffered again and again and again. Our FB friends showed they asses and we had to block, unfollow, delete, curse out, etc.… READ THE REST
Old Woman. Ball and Chain. The Boss.
In my pre-married life, I would cringe in movies when husbands would call their wives by these names. They wouldn’t call their wives by these things to their face, at least I hope not… but then again it was just a movie.… READ THE REST
What are you most afraid of?
I know many of you instantly visualized very distinctive fears; spiders, clowns, heights perhaps? You wouldn’t be far off because according to Google it’s an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.… READ THE REST
My life is crazy. When people ask “how are you doing?” I used to respond with “busy” but I think busy is a common response; so I say “life is crazy.” Ask my husband, he will confirm it. For some reason I picked three careers that have to be the most inconsistent.… READ THE REST
I typed my maiden name into a form on a webpage and it looked odd sitting beside my first. Foreign and out of place. It was like when you catch a whiff of something and are sure you know the smell, but can’t remember from what.… READ THE REST
2016 gave birth to many things for me (& from me). The top of that list, most literally, being the birth of my third child; the sweetest little angel of a baby, Grant (whose cute cheeks have graced these virtual pages on more than one occasion).… READ THE REST
If you’re like me, you obsess about raising your child “right.” You are so hopeful that your child will feel a deep sense of worth, and if you facilitate that, this foundation will allow them to build morals and values that might be different from your own, but will keep them anchored, happy, and safe.… READ THE REST