Monthly Archives: November 2012

Sunrise in the mourning

Another woman lost her child and I sobbed as if it was my own. Iyanla Vanzant wrote of carrying a child in her vessel then zipping that child into a body bag. And a hurt I thought I’d long healed, … Continue reading

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An authentic life

A long time ago, I made a promise to myself to live an authentic life. To look within and ask the tough questions, get quiet and listen for the answers, and move toward my own truth…no matter how uncomfortable. My … Continue reading

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The root of the matter

Years ago, I was blessed to meet a wonderful group of like minded sistas who, like me, were on a natural hair journey. As we combed, washed, braided, and locked each other’s manes we shared stories of what it was … Continue reading

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When life hands you lemons…

My outlook is a lot sweeter this morning. After all, I am FINALLY getting some rest after helping our household recover from the stomach flu. It was a battle that included getting puked on repeatedly by my poor sick kiddo. … Continue reading

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Battle scars

There are times when we need to roar. And there are times when we need to whisper. And there are times when we just need to be silent and listen. I don’t always know when to do these things. But … Continue reading

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Baby fever!

My heart longs for another baby. Even though I know going through yet another IVF will be financially and physically tough. Even though I know going through another hyperemesis gravidarum pregnancy will be hell. The bumper crop of babies in … Continue reading

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Dance, make her dance!

Getting a case of the school girl giddies over the inappropriately hot and young trainer at the gym. Embarrassing the ish out of myself when in what can only be described as a Freudian slip my smoothie shot up out … Continue reading

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