This blog has probably been one of the hardest for me to write, If I'm being honest. Not because I'm...
February is that time of the year when the calendar insists on celebrating the same two things that I do:...
Are you a Black Mommi, or are you a Mommi that’s Black? No, that’s not a misprint—that’s the actual question....

How do I, as a parent, tell them not to do something that I know that I would do? Is there a way to parent the me out of my own child?

When I was a young warthog (you didn’t think I’d pass up at least one Lion King reference in 2019,...
"That's for White People..." "You Doing Too Much..." "Who Does That..." "You Need To Stop Reading them White People Books..."...
Y'all might not know this, but it really isn't easy raising kids that are truly woke! A lot of young...
So! Allow me to say, from the very start, that I breastfed all three of my older children for at...

It’s Black Breastfeeding Week and I LOVE Chocolate Milk (that’s what I’ve nicknamed Black Mama’s Liquid Gold). As a four…

Then again, if I look a little closer, maybe I look exactly like what depression looks like. In my mind, depression looks like sadness, lethargy, malaise. In my head, depression looks like you stop smiling, you stop looking happy, you stop getting things done. When I think about it, maybe I do look like depression; it’s just that the happy-happy-joy-joy mask that I wear for the world is really freaking good.  

Yes Mommi, it's that time of year again: Back to School time! Although many of us are excited to see...

How could you let this happen?
And then I thought about it a bit, and I realized—if I’m being honest—that I too have put my children into harm’s way on more than one occasion.

His death was the moment when all those emotions I had swept under the rug weren’t just creeping out, somebody had removed the whole darn rug and they were out in the open. Once I realized what was really going on, I let it ALL out. I was honest about how I felt, I got honest about how my pride was damaged and I finally got real about why it hurt me so much.

Over the last 30 days I've had to relive and retell one of the most painful days of my life....

After 4 kids, being with my husband for 3 years and approaching the other side of 35…  I wanna know I still got it PERIODT! Now, I’m not out here soliciting DMs, taking phone numbers or wearing next to nothing to get attention. But if and when a man walks past me and does a double take or tells me I have a beautiful smile in that flirtatious can I go further kinda way my ego gets a little boost and I be feelin’ all extra kaute!

(An actual picture of me being a MOMpreneur. Don’t ask me how I get anything done because I don’t know)…

They said I was a failure. They said I would never become more than just average. I knew I had greatness in me, but I couldn’t move past what they said.

I listen to women all the time, talking about how they want a man with a decent job, they want a real man, they want a man who is patient and compassionate, they want a man with this or that; but they can’t offer a man the same in return.