Say HEEEEEY to Ja'Myya!!

Ja'Myya is one of my newfound favorite persons. I haven't known her for that long, but I feel like she's been in my life for eons. Myya is married to my best friend, so by default, she's my best friend lol. She is one of those people that you just automatically click with, ya know? Her way of joking, her open mind, her smile, her love for herself, her passion for truly living. She's a one of a kind that fits in by standing out. Her vibrations keep you lifted. She takes a lane and turns it completely into her own. 

While we still have yet to 'meet' in person (*ehem*), I am blessed to have been able to call her my friend. She's more than demonstrated how loyal she is. When she says something, she means it with her whole heart. Her peaceful semblance resonates with who she actually is. Not a show, or just a pretty photo. Ja' Myya is also a bomb mother, hair stylist, henna artist, photographer, the list goes on. I know as time goes on, my mission of stealing her from my best friend will be accomplished lol! 

When I asked Myya what makes her most proud to be a woman, she said:

What makes me proud to be a woman.

I am able to set a positive example for young black girls. Especially in the world we live in today where we are born into self-hate. A lot of pressure is put on all women to be so much while still being ourselves. For years I lost who I was. I was Lisa's daughter. Alicia's little sister. Khayce's mom. I was everything to other people other than ME. And it took a lot of strength and self-evaluation to find Ja'Myya. But those tough times are what helped make me who I am today. Losing myself in other people's happiness helped me find me. 

Life is precious and as a woman, I am proud that I am able to assist in the creation of life, and carry that life for 9 months and then give birth to a beautiful life that has the potential to make an impact on the world. I'm proud to be a wife. I'm his peace in the middle of chaos, his nurse when he's sick, a masseuse when he's sore, and cosmetologist when his locs need to be retwisted, a cook when he's hungry. I'm proud to be a mother. For my children I am a source of nurture, a bridge throughout life as they figure out their own paths and a shoulder to cry on as they make mistakes. 

I'm proud to be a woman because of the beautiful people God put in my life.

Well put don't you agree? Keep being YOU Ja'Myya and the rest will follow. Today, I honor you boo! 

Women Making History Series: Kim (Isis)

This is Kim. She also goes by Isis. Either way, say HEEEEY!!! 

Kim is the BOMB! The b-o-m-b! This woman is the one that will get you allllll the way togeva (yes, with a v), doing so with love. Isis and I "met" on Periscope lol. One day around the time Periscope had just started to pop, her scope came up in my feed so I decided to watch. It was herself and her crazy roommate/business partner Alton talking about relationships. After that, I followed her on every social media platform she had and made sure I interacted with her whenever she was on. Later on that year, Isis and her crew came to Houston to be apart of the Nzuri Natural Hair Expo. Meeting her was beyond everything!! Her spirit was and still is very contagious, it was warm, it was nurturing, it was a blessing.

When she speaks to you, be ready to change your life and your current state of mind because when she's done...you will NEVA be the same. She'll have you questioning yourself like 'Why didn't I think about it this way before??' You may cry too so just have some tissue on standby. Isis is extremely pro-black & pro-woman; from shopping with and shouting out black businesses to speaking to women at events all over, to writing and releasing her own book (find it here) to aid women in finding their inner peace. Isis is really the total package and doesn't bend, fold, flip-flop, or phony in anything she's ever done. It has been an honor to get to know someone like her.

I asked her what makes her most proud to be a woman. Her response: 

"I believe that our ability to cultivate vision makes me most proud to be a woman. Woman by nature can see the possibility and potential in others.  We take this ability and nurture it to help bring out the best in that being.  This is a strength that most women are unaware they even possess.  I call it the "Eve Effect".  Once you become aware of it, you understand its value.  Unfortunately, many sisters are expending this precious gift on people who are unworthy of our cultivation.  In my book, I discuss this in detail... basically Ladies, "put your chisel down!"  Stop giving so much of yourselves to build a man for someone else.  The man that requires that cultivating spirit will be YOUR Man, husband, someone who has proved their worth."

*Snap, Snap.* Today, I honor you!

Women Making History Series: Sonja (My Mama)

The month of March means a couple different things to me. It's a month of manifestation, a month of miracles, but one of the most important things: celebrating womanhood. Not that I don't do that every day already, I guess because it's "nationally" recognized. Anywho, in honor of this year's Women's History Month (& beyond), I decided to do an honors series on some of the amazing & dope women that I know personally or have had the chance to meet on more than one occasion. These women have made huge marks on my journey in life and I am beyond grateful that I get the chance to say I know them. So without further ado, I present to you, my Mama.

Everybody say heeeey to Sonja!!

My Muva, the woman that carried and birthed me, and who is literally the strongest woman I know.

 At 53 years young, she's in her second battle with cancer. Stomach cancer to be exact. From the pic above you couldn't even tell. She's kicking cancer's ass with grace, style, and a whole lotta fierce with a dash of peace. When I asked her what made her most proud to be a woman, her answer was simple: 

"Love and the experience of having a child." 

My mother also thoroughly enjoys being a Grandma (and loves the name even more). When I say she ADORES her grandkids, that's an understatement. If you have ever met her or ever had the chance to speak to her once, I can guarantee she will bring my babies up. One of the things I love the most about my mother is her versatility. She's one (of 3) of the reasons why I listen to half of the genres of music that I do, have tried some of the food that I now love, and half the reason why I can go from extra calm to a firecracker in .003 seconds lol. 

My mother is a survivor, my mother is truly a conqueror, my mother is love, my mother is....a woman! Today I honor you. 💜

That kind of love...

I wrote this in 2008... it resurfaced because my 'mother' commented on it via Facebook this morning and said "you betta write". LOL. I reread it. I tweaked it a bit. And here we are, on the blog. Enjoy. 


Maybe he's out there,maybe he's not. I know I've been longing for him...

He's kind.He's gentle. Never judgmental. Extremely understanding.Versatile...never thinks I'm tryna be anything else because of what I listen to, look at, or believe in. He likes to make love & lay, not fuck & bounce.He's got a great head on his shoulders,a hustler-knows what he wants and knows how to get it the right way.Never a product of his environment-no matter what environment.

Honest. Real. True. No matter what. Never lie to me. Willing to fight for his when someone is in the wrong. 

I love for my guy to have his own mind...meaning he never lets his friends influence his decisions-good or bad. He's a man of the Almighty-not the phony kind either lol. He knows the meaning of real unconditional love,pure, satisfying on both ends, and eternal. He's a family man, loves and respects his mom (if she's in his life)-women in general- treats his woman like his queen-not just the figure of speech but literally. Cooks for me when I'm tired, rub me when I ache, kiss me when I'm sad, holds me just because he loves my embrace, my scent, the beating of my heart against his own. Never disrespectful but knows how to lay down the law.

Intriguing to the mind, one that understands how the foundation of a conversation is supposed to flow. Understands how important & beneficial an actual phone call is versus a textual encounter. It could be simply about the weather or about problems in Africa, voice to voice, face to face is so much better. I love a guy that can teach me things (not how much a sac is or how to hit this lick lol), things that matter because I am a quick study. When things aren't going so well we get through them together never falling for the outsiders looking in b.s. talk...

Someone who loves me for me and not my assets...tells me I'm beautiful and means it and not just "Ma, you sexy as fuck". There are times and places for that. Even when we just saw each other 5 minutes ago he is willing & able to say I miss you- but at the same token knows the meaning of space. Never tries to control me, i.e. set times for me to be home especially if i have my own, getting jealous because me and my girls are going out,and the biggest thing...saying I never have time for you-especially now. I'm a mother. I work. I blog. I have multiple visions. When there's a will there's most definitely a way.

Speaking of that last paragraph- don't be jealous of me or what I do. Support. No need to further elaborate.

These are just some of the things I see...again maybe you're out there.Maybe not. But I know I'm falling in love where ever you may be. I hope you come to me sooner or later so we can build our life together...

White Poppies & Warwick Avenue

It's like I'm caught in freshly laid cement, slowly turning into concrete, engulfing me, not allowing me to get back ... Back to fresh air, to growing, patching up the petals, healing my roots. How silly of me to think I was the only flower in your garden...or at least the most tended to, the most nourished, the one you shed your light to, ultimately. Over time I grew dehydrated, gasping for a drop of something, anything to quench my longing thirst, something to fulfill me. The sun...or maybe the storm...yes the storm cast over on me. Out from the clouds poured down the serum that I was searching for-something deeper than water. This serum, extinguished every memory, not just of you... Her too. Every elation, every delight, every bliss. Every laugh. 

Now what do I do with this? This serum has overtaken my natural yearning for Adam's ale. This is all that has been comforting my foundation. I needed to medicate, meditate... Rejuvenate. The only way I can bloom again. Spring, blossom...plant new seeds around me. Drink from new streams, I have to let these summer rains in to fructify my crop. 

I said all this to say... I forgive you... Both. I needed this to happen. I became swallowed and distracted by others' woes and life battles that I could not see my own. I thank you...both. For bringing LIFE to my forefront. This was a very difficult assessment for me, one that I did not think I would pass at all. Rage, fire, blackouts, blank outs and all. I want more for myself. This helped me get out of my writer's rut. This helped me to begin again. So once more...thank you. To be continued... 

Supanaptural Ree is back!!!

John 4:13-14 Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”