We laughed and joked and talked and what seemed like 20 minutes was actually 3 hours. The night was approaching fast. My mother sent my sister out to tell me about dinner and we started saying our goodbyes. Once again, we got caught up in another 20-minute conversation that lasted another 3 hours. The porch light had come on and I recall telling him, “I enjoyed our conversation, but I really have to go. I start my new job tomorrow and I need to rest.” He asked for my number and I told him, “If I see you again, I will bless you with my number.”
Although I wasn’t originally sold on the idea, I came to believe we shared a story that was meant to be. Whatever the future holds, every moment we’ve shared together and apart has shaped the people we are today.
As I walked in the door, I smelled the food cooking and the aroma of Thanksgiving making my stomach growl. I was admittedly distracted by her eye-catching fall decor. I was more amazed by the work she did on her mantle. It was absolutely stunning.
While in college, I spent Thanksgiving with my sister Debora and her new son, Sean. I remember talking on the phone with my mom the entire time while I tried to recreate her stuffing. Thanksgiving just wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without it. I was crushed when I realized I didn’t have Sage and there was no store open.
Then there was a moment of silence followed by fast approaching footsteps coming down the stairs. I look to see her standing there out of breath as a few drops of tears fell down her eyes. "Come and watch Stranger Things with me you big baby,"
Sometimes, when I was too excited to sleep, I’d sneak in the hall and watch my parents decorate and I would fall asleep there with my cat, Sheba.
I was happily surprised today when one of my daughters came to me and wanted to know if she could share her story on my blog. OMG! Tears. I couldn't deal. So today I would like to introduce you to my creatively unique 11-year daughter, Zaya. The following is part 1 of "The Weekend."
My heart melted for my mom in a whole new way. I felt the love that she had for my brother and her cultivating of his imagination.
I published my first Blog on August 19, 2017. It was a short introduction to me. I was so nervous because all I knew was journaling. It was my very own self-therapy. It has always been effective and it only cost me a journal and some ink.
It was so much fun making this video with my hubby and learning more about technology. I look forward to making more of these and sharing my experiences through this medium. In the meantime, go ahead and subscribe to my channel. Thanks!
According to my journal, it was Saturday, October 12th, 2002. I was awoke refreshed from a good night’s sleep. My little miracle, Zyan slept well the entire night. I remember looking at the alarm clock – it was 7:02 a.m.
This is the method I used to jumpstart my weight-loss journey which helped me to lose 70 pounds within 90 days.
on September 11, 2001, I didn’t have an ounce of fear in my body. I literally watched my world change before my eyes. I didn’t realize that through all the pain I witnessed and loss of life, I had ...
Saturdays are still the same, only these Saturdays lately, I make it a point to give myself some self-love. I got a mani-pedi one time. Another time I just took the time to relax in a bubble bath. I finished my work early one day and no one was home yet, so I treated myself to my favorite restaurant. It became important for me to give myself some special me-time.
I was so mad at him that I wouldn’t say a word to him to entire week before he left us. My life was so different after that. I was in constant state of confusion and anger because my parents couldn't work it out. No matter how much he gave me over the years, I refused to say, "Daddy".
When I became a mother my passion for journaling grew exponentially because my girls gave me so much material. I would literally journal nearly three times a day. I'd write letters to my girls on how excited I was to be their mother. I'd write about our daily adventures and how much they were growing. I had so much to say about the beauty of motherhood.
After 3 months of this lifestyle change, I had lost 70 lbs.
...indulging a little too much, and a little too often resulted in a slow gain of 100 lbs pounds by my late-30s.
I’ve been journaling for seventeen years now and have loved every second of it! I decided to add my Journal to a small corner of the Internet.