The holidays have a way of putting a spotlight on everything we’ve been trying to quietly carry. The empty chairs at the table. The relationship we prayed would last. The loneliness that sneaks in when everybody else seems boo’d up, smiling in matching pajamas. And then there’s that quiet sadness of seasonal depression that shows up uninvited like it paid rent. If you’ve ever stared at the twinkling lights and thought, “Lord… what am I supposed to do with all this?” you’re

There’s a quiet storm so many Black women are facing right now, and the world rarely slows down long enough to notice it. It’s not loud. It’s not dramatic. It doesn’t come with warning signs. But it shows up in our bones, in our silence, and in the way we push through when we should be resting. And that storm is this: The weight of being everything to everyone, while receiving the least support. As Black women, society applauds our resilience yet overlooks our exhaustion. It

Let’s be real for a minute; half the time, it’s not them. It’s not “the haters,” it’s not your boss, it’s not your circumstances. Sis… it’s you. Yep. I said it with love ❤️ , but also with my eyebrow raised. We talk about walking in purpose, chasing dreams, and leveling up but then we turn around and build roadblocks out of our own fears, doubts, and “I’ll do it next week” energy. The real question is: but who’s stopping you? The Mirror Moment Every now and then, you’ve got t

Let’s be real for a second; Tuesday doesn’t always get the love it deserves. Monday gets all the motivation quotes, Wednesday gets the “halfway there” energy, and Friday… well, Friday is everybody’s favorite child. But I’ve come to realize something: Tuesday is actually one of the most powerful days of the week … if you learn how to use it right. See, Monday might start your week, but Tuesday is where you set the tone . It’s the day you get your rhythm going. The rush of Mond

Let me start by saying this loud enough for the back row YOU ARE NOT BEHIND. I don’t care what Instagram, TikTok, or your “I just...

Listen. Fall ain’t just about pumpkin spice lattes and cute boots; it’s about change. And for women between 35 and 50? Whew, chile… the...

Whew, can you believe it’s already September? One minute we were outside in sundresses and sandals, sweating out our edges, and now...

Listen, sis—we’ve all been there. Lying awake at night running through a million “what ifs” in our head, replaying conversations, or...

Let me break it down plain and simple: comparison will rob you blind. It’ll snatch your peace, kill your confidence, and delay your...

Chile… it’s here. The moment we’ve been preparing for all summer. Tomorrow morning, the buses roll, the alarm clocks scream, and the...

There’s a moment in every woman’s life; especially Black women, when the fog starts to lift. When the lies we’ve been fed about our...

Let me just go ahead and say it yes, my hair is in a bun that might not have been intentional, I’ve had iced coffee for dinner three days...

Hey sis! Let me start by saying this: you are doing better than you think. I know sometimes it feels like if it ain’t a big win like a...

Let’s be honest. Sometimes the soft life feels a little too soft when we’re curled up under a blanket, binging reruns of Girlfriends ,...

Hey Queen, Let’s have a real moment. You’ve spent your days pouring out — into your job, your family, your friendships, your church, your...

Good morning, beautiful!It’s another Saturday, another blog post, and yes — another divine opportunity to check ourselves before we...

To the untrained eye, I am that girl . My hair stays laid, my selfies hit, my kids look well-fed and occasionally matching, and my...

Whew, we made it! Another month, another chance to step into the sunshine, moisturized, unbothered, and booked with boundaries. As the...

There was a time when I would jump up at every “wyd” text, fix everybody’s problems, and still have edges fighting for their lives.Not...

Let’s be real, sis. How many journals do you currently own? Be honest. Five? Ten? One for goals, one for gratitude, one for that...