When I was a little girl, the first thing I’d look at each morning was a painting that hung directly across from my bed. It was a painting of a woman and her little girl in a warm and loving embrace. My mom purchased it when she was a teenager, years before she had her… Continue reading To Be A Mom or Not To Be A Mom: That Is The Question
No man will ever love or marry you. There is something wrong with you that's why you're STILL single. You're not smart enough or pretty enough. Look at that stomach, you need to lose that gut. You don't dress nice enough. Look at you... a hot mess. You don't deserve to be happy. Your hair… Continue reading My Abuser
The three discussed their plans for our family for the next 45 minutes. Since they were the experts on the topic, I did not interrupt. I smiled, nodded, and laughed when appropriate. They don't know our little secret.
Hey S&T! I'm a newlywed! My wedding was in August. Ceremony and reception were both beautiful. The best part is that I married the man of my dreams. My wedding vows are written below: You are my favorite person. Kind-hearted, brilliant and driven. Considerate and encouraging. Wise and positive. You have changed me. You've changed… Continue reading My Wedding Vows
I've always loved the art of storytelling. But, I never thought that story-telling could make the large impact on the world that I've always desired to make. Perhaps, this is the reason why I never took it as seriously as my career in healthcare. Because healthcare is more noble than storytelling, right? Wrong. As Viola… Continue reading The Power of a Good Story
Every morning when I was in elementary school, I would wake up and complete my routine: wake up, read Bible, pray, bathe, brush teeth, get dressed, and eat breakfast. After breakfast, however, I would make my way back to my bedroom and write my schedule for the day on my dry erase board. The board would look… Continue reading The Doctor Orders For A Successful Career
I grew up in the Greater Atlanta area, in a city 20 miles northwest of downtown Atlanta called Marietta. My house is located right off Sandy Plains Rd. My family and I moved to that home in 1992. Back then, Sandy Plains was two lane street. It was a stark contrast from what it is… Continue reading Where My Fondest Memories Were Created
Career-wise, the last 5 years of my life have been the most challenging years ever. I finished my graduate school studies during the Great Recession and attempted to land a job at government and not-for-profit organizations, which were badly affected by the economy's downturn. In July 2015, I took a leap of faith and drove 331 miles up to North Carolina to begin a new life. I couldn't be happier about the outcome.
When the time comes for you to make a change, you will become so uncomfortable. You'll have no other choice but to change.
"Where are you from?" may sound like a straightforward question, but if you moved around a lot as a child or you are of a mixed race or cultural heritage, this question can become complicated to answer. Mix in the possibility that the race or culture that you identify with rejects or mocks you, you may be left to feel like an orphan child.
Every now and again, I'll stumble upon an article that describes exactly how I am and how I process information. This article, 16 Habits of Highly Sensitive People, describes me to a T. Sensitivity has its drawbacks but the silver lining is my writing. My ability to feel pain, sadness, happiness, and anger result in… Continue reading 16 Habits of Highly Sensitive People
My grandmother died last December and while my family and I knew her death was inevitable due to illness, the fact that she was gone hit harder than we could have imagined. She was the matriarch of the family, had a good sense of humor, a classic style of dress, and a sassiness very few could… Continue reading The Gift Of Tragedy
I care too much about what people think of me. I'm tired of being a worry wart. It is debilitating. Recently, I stumbled across an article while surfing the net. I chuckled as I read it because it helped me realize how utterly ridiculous it is to care what others are thinking about me.
As the years increase from the time I walked through the Alumnae Arch and now, I realize that Spelman helped me become the Woman that stands before you today. Here are four qualities that Spelman gave to me.
Regardless of whether you've ever compared yourself to me or not, the truth is that life has been no picnic for me in the last few years. I've endured some experiences that were so humiliating; I couldn't even gather the courage to post them on my blog anonymously.
A woman's wedding day is a day that a woman begins planning from the time she is a little girl. Her heart is set on having the perfect wedding and marrying the perfect man. But why wait until you've found Mr. Right? Why not get married now, regardless of whether or not your single? Get married to… Continue reading My “Younique” Marital Vows
I've created a list of my favorite attributes. I started it earlier this year and have been adding to it as time passes by. Here's what I love about me:
I carry boxing gloves in the trunk of my car. It scares people, but I try to reassure them that they should not be scared. My boxing gloves protect them from me. I suffer from a case of passive-aggressiveness. Kickboxing is my form of therapy. Whenever I feel a bit tense, I grab my boxing… Continue reading 5 Ways You’re Accidentally Making People Hate You
Poor self-esteem is one of the root causes of relationship problems for both men and women. Women, in constant search for validation, will look for a man who will tell her she is beautiful; she is valuable; and she is desirable. The sad part is that once she is receiving these intangibles from a man, it is difficult for her to see clearly.
Several hours, days, and sometimes weeks are invested in developing a blog post. The days leading up to the day I click on the publish button are filled with both anxiety and excitement; anticipation and doubt; fearlessness and timidity. I look forward to Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, yet when it 6:00am strikes and its time… Continue reading It’s A HardKnock Life For Bloggers