Home Update

I feel like I’m back in Baltimore, living in condemned buildings. This feels SO familiar. I have not received a date for when Happy and I can move back into our home.


Wow. Such a simple word that means so much. I feel so displaced. Even though Happy and I are, literally, right across the roundabout in a lovely furnished executive suite. I have started to “move in” to our temporary housing but received a message to pick up a package.

I think going forward, I will not go back home until the repairs are complete. Each time I look at the total destruction of home, I feel like it’s a reflection of my annihilated life.

No regret. Just grief and impact.

I’m clear the (water) damage REQUIRED a complete demolition of all I considered home. That doesn’t mean reckoning with reality is easy. It is not. But it’s necessary to live healthy. Whole. Free.

My home, like my life, is transitioning through the necessary stages of destruction so destiny can have its way with me in a way that is, well, fulfilling and sustainable.

I, like the walls, floors, and pipes being replaced and rebuilt, have had all the damage cut out of me. In its place are new, stronger, more protected infrastructures being installed and fortified with the highest quality of protection so this NEVER happens again.

Thank you God for taking such loving care of me during this change; this transition. I’m clear my destiny is calling in the midst of all this demise.

And I am grateful.

I love you.

Thanks for witnessing.

Dr. Venus

Ps: Just for joy, here is a video of Happy playing with me in the Santa Monica beach. Life is beautiful.🐶🥰🐶

F*ck Black Friday—Aren’t You SICK of being “sold?”

Be warned: I’m about to go on a tear.

If you are thinned-skin, delete this email now.


How many BLACK FRIDAY emails, ads, calls, and announcements can I get????

I want to punch someone in the neck.
Push marketing “geniuses” into moving traffic.
Close down ALL my emails, social media platforms, TV, computers, and EVEN MY TEXT MESSAGES!!

How the fuck did they get my number???
Why are they leaving me voice messages—LIKE THEY KNOW ME!!!—to Save. Save. SAVE!!

Keep your fuckin’ savings.
I feel harassed.
I don’t EVEN celebrate holidays!!!

They. Don’t. Care.

I am so pissed.

Not everyone is motivated by sales or savings.

I hate going shopping when people turn into “packs” – riffling through merchandise to save a buck or two. It’s a fucking energetic blood bath for getting a deal!

I don’t want savings. I want truth.

I want connection.
I want to be part of something that makes the world a better place.
I want to figure out how we can stop young Black boys being shot like it’s entertainment.
I want women of all races to make the same money that men do worldwide.
I want more girl children taking as many STEM classes as boys.
I want children to feel safe going to school instead of afraid of being shot.
I want us to take global warming seriously and do something about it.
I want every person who is willing to put in the work to be a millionaire on their own terms.
I want my aging Nanna to not worry about paying for medicines because Medicare fails the elderly.
I want human rights to be the standard across the entire fcking planet instead of a lofty ideal. I want women to speak the f*ck up with their vote instead of hiding behind privilege.

I want us to heal—so we don’t feel like we need to buy things “on sale” to feel accomplished.

Did you know that in the 1800s Southern Plantation owners SOLD slaves at a discounted rate?

Let me make this plain.

My point with the reference to slaves and selling is the notion of commerce. I am not going to get into a pissing match with folk about the “historical accuracy” regarding the coining of the phrase “Black Friday.”

I don’t give a rat’s ass about that right now.

I am pointing to selling Slaves at a discount is a commerce strategy that is part and parcel of what it means to be American. Capitalism is our core value, not morality. When people buy into buying merchandise at a discounted rate, they become a slave to commerce at all cost. Never realizing what they are reiterating to themselves is that they are less than.

Depending on who you read and what sources you deem credible, Black Friday is said to have begun the day after Thanksgiving with the selling of slaves. Other sources say it started in the 50s when workers took the day off to have a four day weekend. Still, other sources say that in the 80s and 90s Black Friday became a marketing device to boost sells before the Christmas Holiday.

Here’s my point: all references to Black Friday are rooted in selling merchandise (aka cargo) at a discounted rate–just like slaves were.

Just deal with that for a minute… Let it sink in…

The selling of slaves at a discount is the origin of the American standard to “pimp” any and every BODY (no longer only the Black body) under the auspices of “getting a good deal.”

This is pathetic.

If you buy into the notion of “getting a good deal” you are telling yourself, God, and man that you are not worth paying full price. Feeling accomplished for getting up at 2 am to stand in line, in the cold, for 4-6 hours, to join a mob of salivating rabid animal shoppers willing to trample your firstborn to get a “bargain” reveals YOUR value of yourself.

I say no.

F*ck Black Friday.

I don’t have a “special” for you.
I have NOTHING to sell you at discounted prices.
I REFUSE to position you as a slave.

The only thing I have to offer you is the truth.

And here is:





I have said my piece.

I love you.

And f*ck Black Friday.

I’m grateful

What a difference a year makes, I’m grateful.

We’re the ones they never saw coming …
Grateful – We’re the ones they never saw coming… 

Thanksgiving is in our laps and Christmas is around the corner.
I’m present to what I am truly grateful for that I didn’t have this time last year.

This time last year my body was broken, my marriage had failed and my business had burned to the ground. I had lost my identity and didn’t have a clue about God’s will for my life.

The only directive I could hear from Spirit was this: write.

So I started to write down all the things I dared not say.
I couldn’t say them—but I could write them.
And the more I wrote, the more I healed, and my destiny started to arise.

Now, a year later, I’m living my authentic AND abundant life!

I’m happily single.

My body is bangin’ from regular workouts.

My business model makes room for me to fulfill MY dream: I’M A PERFORMANCE ARTIST AGAIN!!

I have an almost entirely new team, AMAZING private clients of different races that I love like sisters, and I’m about to change the game with my upcoming book tour. (details coming soon) 

God is so faithful.

So in honor of Thanksgiving, I wish you and yours an extraordinary holiday overflowing with hope for tomorrow, grace with today, and wisdom from the past.

I am not big on celebrating holidays (too many traumas/hurts/losses affiliated with them) but I am I’m in love with the Lord. I am SO grateful to God for walking with me, in the fiery furnace called life. Every. Single. Step. Of the way.   

Thank you, God, for giving me one more chance to have my life do your work in the world.
Thank you, Lord, for Happy.
When I was confronted with the truth that I would never have a baby, you gave me Happy to nurture and love. I never knew I could love ANYONE to the depth I love Happy.

Thank you, Lord, for making me brave.

I’m thankful for my team, for empowering my leadership in the world with excellence.

And I give thanks for my “Truth-Tellers,” my sisters and brothers on social media. 

Thanks for walking with me each step of the way.

So, Truth-Tellers, keep an eye on your inbox so I can take you on the journey while I change the game.
What I’m about to drop is AS DOPE as Beyonce dropping her first visual album, B-Day, that broke the internet.

We’re the ones they never saw coming.

They counted us out.

Not having what it takes to win after titanic losses. But they were wrong then.

And they are wrong now.

Walk with me.

Don’t miss one piece of the MIND-BLOWING “raw” truth I’m about to unleash on this world.

Go here and make sure you’ve joined the Truth Tribe.

I’m thankful for you.

Happy Thanksgiving,

Dr. Venus and Happy!

P.S. Happy got his hair cut for the holidays and is protesting!!