WARNING: This is a long, explicit, and possibly triggering post addressing sexual trauma and sexuality. Reader discretion is advised. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It hurts my pride to admit this… Here’s the truth… (Sigh) I’m getting older. Pains. Aches. Impatience. Arise. No warning.

FUN FACT: Did you know, it was Black People that started the Memorial Day holiday? Let me explain. On May

“No.” “I don’t agree.” “I will not do it your way.” “I have a mind of my own.” “I don’t

I’ve been feeling inadequate over the last few days. Grief due to my brother’s then my cousin’s transitions… Overwhelm from

(Startup Stress ) I have a love/hate relationship with my Personal Trainer. He talks MUCH SMACK, when I’m struggling! I

I wonder how Jesus felt when he uttered these words on the Cross. Was he tried? Did he feel alone?

Today is Mother’s Day. I don’t have kids, but I do have Happy. He steals food from my plate. He

Hey Sis, “May I sit with you?” It’s such a tender question. As Black Women, we have known so little