FUN

FUN

I had an absolutely fun day hanging with a dear friend. We visited The Menil Collection, which was one of my frequent destinations when I lived in the Montrose area of Houston during my college years. We talked about being wives and moms, chasing dreams and living on purpose. The struggles of balancing it all, maintaining healthy relationships and continuing to grow as a person can be a lot. It was helpful for both of us to hear we are not alone in that struggle. That's why we could all stand a bit more fun!

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Why I’m a Bit Jealous of my Kids Today 

Why I’m a Bit Jealous of my Kids Today 

My hunky husband took our boys to the park yesterday evening. He snapped some pics from their guy-time. They're gorgeous, my big man included (even though he's not pictured, obviously). Happy Liberian Independence Day to them! So glad that my mini-kings get to grow up connected to their Dad's West African roots. He lived there, in Liberia, as a kid and still has family there. I am so looking forward to teaching our sons about their heritage. In a way, I'm also a bit envious. I know it's horrible to be jealous of your kids, but hear me out. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️

Stronger Than Cake

Stronger Than Cake

My Dad's Birthday was a few days ago. My brother did a great job, and gifted Dad a new BBQ pit. Typically Dad is kinda difficult to shop for, he never asks for anything much at all outside of quality family time. Before he knew about the BBQ pit, he'd said that all he really wanted was one of Mom's chocolate cakes. Now, you should know that my family has a bit of a reputation. We have been called "the dessert family". My Mom's peach cobbler has incited stampedes at family and church functions all over the world. Growing up, it was just a thing. Wherever we were, whether living on a joint military base in Mons, Belgium or an Air Force Base in Northern California . . . Mom's duty was cobbler. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️

#BlackGirlBlogging Brunch

#BlackGirlBlogging Brunch

I had the pleasure of attending the #BlackGirlBlogging Brunch this past weekend. Author and Blogger Iyana Edouard hosted the event on the rooftop of Rosemont Bar. This was the last event on the itinerary for what my sister and I called our "Sisters Weekend" so we attended together. I recently re-branded my strategy & publicity business after returning to work. I'd taken extended time away to focus on my two baby (now toddler) sons. Since I am a mom now, and my brand is intentionally geared toward community involvement, I have been working to include those POVs in my own personal voice - here on my blog, and elsewhere. So, I wanted to meet some of the new and upcoming bloggers in my area. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️

Red, White & The Blues

Red, White & The Blues

I always considered myself a patriot growing up. BUT NOW . . . Some of my dearest family friends are those of other military families met on remote bases around the world. So naturally, the Fourth of July is a holiday I've typically celebrated. Recently though, I've been feeling the tension between celebrating a great country and committing to impacting needed change.  ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️

Sisterly Love 

Sisterly Love 

When I was in kindergarten, I asked my parents for someone for me to play with. I'm sure this is a typical request for those of us who are born as the first children in our family. My younger sister Christian was born a year later, and five-year-old me thought this was a sharp contrast to the pal I'd requested. For a long time my little sister was just a kid who copied me, required me to take chaperone her to the bathroom per our mother's request, and embarrassed me more than any one in the world (save for maybe our younger brother). Somewhere around the time I was in high school, I realized my little sister might be actually kinda cool. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️