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⬆️

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#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⬆️

One for the road . . .

One for the road . . .

Some lessons learned, and jewels found, on our family road-trip to Atlanta Yes, you read that correctly. My husband and I actually packed our family and a week's worth of belongings into our car and drove to Atlanta. . . from Houston. What were we thinking? Well, I guess the short answer is that our two quite energetic (and loud) toddler boys would not have fared well on a plane. Also, saving on airfare meant more money to enjoy activities while we were away. And since we were gone for a little over a  week, that was actually the right move. The wrong move turned out to be . . . ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️