I watched my mother cup of tea a cup of tea. Everyday. Always with lemon. Sometimes she had real lemons. More often than not, it was lemon juice from concentrate. There wasn’t any luxury in it. No fanfare. Nowadays, those moments could be captured for mindfulness and healing content. For her, it was just a simple intention. Studying her taught me early that survival doesn’t always mean pushing through. Sometimes it means claiming a moment for yourself so you can stay present

I got a poem…"wanna hear it? Well, here it go" (LOL, throwback to all us In Livin’ Color lovers). P.S. Poem is at the end. Keep reading, I promise it is worth it! Sharing two Black-woman-owned businesses (sanctuaries) for all things healing and books This season finds me intentionally seeking company and space where liberation is paramount, healing is innate, and joy is co-created. In these last few years, my internal compass has been leading down paths of deconstruction and

May I be honest with you for a moment? Well, not just honest but a bit vulnerable? I believe I can open up with you...I mean since you...

I finally did it! I created a reel on IG...it’s similar to a TikTok. Something that looks so simple, but is a visual expression that has...