A long day

So…today was long. Not so much with time because we all get only 24 hours in a day. But, due to the events of the day, the minutes dragged on. And when people are upset about injustice and unfairness, long drawn out mins turn into a very long day.

Despite, it being a very long, I am yet grateful for the blessing of being appreciated. No one has to say thank you to me, but when someone does, it’s well appreciated. No one has to treat me to lunch, but if they do, I’m super excited.

To end this day, I must drink some wine. In my head I’m convinced this has some magical powers to calm me down. I usually don’t speak up unless I must, and today I was at my limit. I had to open my mouth and be honest regarding the actions of people and how they often affect others.

Going forward, I just pray God continues to give me peace and guidance regarding how to speak calmly. My goal is peace. My goal is harmony. I never want people upset. I don’t want many long days.


Another school year, but this time I shedded a tear.

So, my babies who are actually not babies anymore have just started a new school year. For most parents this is probably the highlight to the end of the summer. But for me, I will admit, I’m sad. You see I now have a Jr. High student and one still in elementary. That means I have two children in two different schools, who will be involved in different activities in which I will have to Uber them to all the while working full time. This makes me anxious.

I will admit the only reason I’m writing this blog is for therapy. My friends, my hubby and my mom are probably all tired of hearing my sob story, so I figured I’ll just put my thoughts onto paper…while online.

Yes, I’m proud of them both. yes, they are amazing children. Yes, I know they will be fine. I wouldn’t trade them for the world. But in reality, they are my world. Yes, I know I’m gonna have to allow them to grow up and mature into great young men, but right now I just want to snuggle with them and walk them to their different classes.

Today they rode the bus for the first time. To start off the first day the Jr. High bus was 20 mins late while we stood in the rain. Yep, great experience! My oldest is my twin and till this day isn’t embarrassed by my presence, didn’t mind me standing their with him. He even shared his jacket with me while it rained. Finally, the bus came and off he went. I had been crying all morning, but I tried to hold it together while we were amongst the other children and parents at the bus stop. I didn’t want to embrace the child.

But inside, I felt like a horrible mom just letting him go like that. Then again I would go to jail if I didn’t.

Next it was the fourth grader’s turn. This time I decided to drive him to the stop just in case it tried to rain again. Plus, since I still work full-time I wanted to time how long it would take me to get to work once I dropped him off at the his stop.

At first we were the only people there. I was slightly freaked out and kept checking the school’s bus schedule to make sure we were at the right stop and yes we were. I was praying he wasn’t going to be the only child on the bus. Then finally, a load of children came to the stop. Whew! This time the bus was on time and off they went.

Now both of my children are on their way to starting a new school year. This will mean homework, lunches, after school activities and new friendships. I know they are excited and that helps me to get pass my emotions. But, at the end of the day they are my babies and I just want them to be safe.

Yes, I walked home as a child and lived to tell the tale. And I know they will be fine too. I know they will pay attention in class and learn new things. I pray they stay focused, yet have a great school year.

But for me, today I plan on trying to get pass my emotions. I will eventually have to stop crying and face the reality that my babies aren’t babies anymore. I’m excited to hear how their first day went.

Why label?

So recently in my blog feed I saw this title and to be honest I began to feel some type of way. Not because of the heriom of this lady as she risked her life to save many children, but because I don’t understand why it had to be titled as such. I don’t quite get why the reader has to be enlighten on the race of this person. Why does it matter what color she was? Isn’t what’s most important is that children were saved and another human being helped them? 

Daily in this country people feel the need to put labels on people. In my opinion that is why there is so much division amomgest us. Did the author label this as such to let the readers know that not all black people are bad and that there are some really good caring ones out there? Who knows, but sometimes I wish we could be blindfolded and see no color, just another human being. I bet then racism, hatred and labels would quickly be a second thought. With blindfolds no one will think they are better than the next because we would need to depend on each other to make it in this life. 

This post is not to tell anyone to deny their heritage, but why so many labels? Job and college applications have gotten to be way too much. We’re all human. All of our blood is red. We we’re all born and we are all gonna die one day. If any label should had been placed on this lady it simply should had be hero! Or how about simply giving her honor by saying her name in the title and not her race.

But those are just my thoughts…

Beautiful without a filter

This is a picture my hip and side view of the real me at age 39. Although I’ve had two children, the ironic thing is that this is what I looked like even in my youth. I’ve always had stretch marks and I’ve never tried to cover them up with make-up or filters on my phone. Why? Because stretch marks are real life and it doesn’t make me any less beatuful because I have them. In my mind growing up I thought it was normal. I thought everyone had them. 

As I was taking this picture my son came in the bathroom unaware as to what I was doing. He was shocked as I held the camera towards my rear end and quickly asked why was I doing such a thing. 

I told him the honest truth. I told him that I wanted to write a blog post that encouraged other females to embrace their stretch marks, cellulite or any other normal body changes. This is real life and in real life, women aren’t perfect. Yet, we’re strong warriors, filters and make-up have many young girls disillusioned. 

It’s very unfortunate when a female doesn’t like herself or a certain part of her body because someone told her she shouldn’t. Or because she’s looked on the internet or in a magazine and saw women who don’t look like her, yet are glamorized because of the appearance of perfection. 

It’s very unfortunate that females don’t embrace their true selves. Rather they try and starve themselves as they try to fit into the cookie cutter of unrealistic views and opinions of people whose opinions don’t really matter. 

In my opinion, every size is beautiful. Every hue of human is beautiful. Stretch marks and dimples on the rear are also apart of life. And no female should feel less about themselves because they don’t look like someone else. God made everyone different, yet God loves us all the same. 

So I write this post to any female who doesn’t feel beautiful because of your stretch marks or other body contouring. Please know you are Gods greatest creation and in order for someone else to love you wholeheartedly, you must first love yourself! (Without any filters) ❤

Think your way to a better life! 

“As a man thinks in his heart so is he.” Proverbs 23:7

Believe it or not, but your current situation is directly related to your previous thoughts. Everyday I encounter people who unknowingly speak negative in their life. When problems occur, instead of speaking negative, begin to say things like, “Although this may be a difficult time at the moment, I will get through this because I am strong. I am an overcomer.” Many people rehearse failure and self pity. If that’s you, please stop today. 

What you put in the universe will eventually find its way to you! 

That is why it is super important to not allow defeat or mistakes to consume you. We all less up! Yes, at the moment it may be hard, but you are bigger than that moment. Whatever you need to get pass this moment has already been placed in you by your Creator. Its up to you to calm  and silence yourself so you can get clarity regarding how to handle your situation. 

One thing people miss is regarding faith. It’s great to believe that God will get you out of this jam, but you a job to do too. First you must think within yourself that it will all work out, then you must act (with actions) and begin to change your situation. 

Faith out works is dead!

I admit changing how you think doesn’t just happen overnight, but you must be purposeful in changing how you think and respond to life. True, your bank account may say something, but you are bigger than your bank account. Your bank account does not define you. You define you. 

I remember when my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. Yes, I knew this was a serious diagnosis and she did treat it how the doctors thought she should. But, I never acknowledged the diagnosis of the doctors. I never treated my mom like she was different. I would always say to her, “There is nothing wrong with you. You are healthy.” I truly believe this helped my mom stay positive. Years later I still have my mom and she is healthy. 

So as we proceed into 2017, I wanted to encourage you to be careful of the words you speak and the thoughts that enter your mind. Don’t allow negative thoughts to enter and take residence in your mind. Daily think about things that are uplifting and positive. Begin to surround yourself with people who know that they are more than conqureors. Yes, this moment may be difficult, but you are strong…this too shall pass. 


I can only speak for myself when I say 2016 has been an amazing year! I don’t really write resolutions, but I do make goals. I do want to be better at the end of a year than I was at the beginning. I am convinced I achieved this.

At times maintaining focus was quite difficult with raising two young boys, running them to various things in and out of school. I also became a newlywed, so now I must also give my husband attention. And I work full time like most Americans. I admit, feeling tired most days is an understatement. Yet, I try to press ahead so I’m not a waster of the time God has granted me with. 

I blogged, I published two books, I went on two vacations, I got married, I celebrated one year as a homeowner, I started a non profit for children, joined a new church, and I became a volunteer at an elderly facility. Yep, I stayed busy, but it has been an amazing year. 

My focus every year is to be a better person I was the year before. I also want to be a blessing to more people every year. Helping people in need is my motivation and passion. I want people to know God has not forgotten about them and I want them to experience his love by anything I can do to help. 

2016 has been amazing. Each year seems better than the last. I am grateful for God’s favor on my life. I am appreciative of all his blessings. I’m excited to see how 2017 will unfold. Excited to see the new people I will meet. Excited to see the places I will go. Excited to see the many people I will be able to help. 

How was your year?