I'm just wondering why people seek perfection in rearing a human being when we know perfection is a hustle and it doesn't exist. Perfection is by far one of the antithesis of humanism, is it not?
In my 39th year on the planet, I got divorced. I am still working through the emotional and mental fallout. Desperately, I am trying to heal. Yet, so many parts of me broke into small shards, the clean up is never ending. When I am not volunteering, working, freelancing, or fighting Sarcoidosis, I am trying … Continue reading Hurt people, they hurt people
I went to prom. Thanks to my Auntie for making my dress. I was actually a size 2. #MommyFab
Let go or be dragged. #MommyFab
Sometimes there are bad days with Sarcoidosis, but I am still Blessed I have more good days than bad. #MommyFab
Today, she would have been 72. I am sharing some prose I wrote last year in celebration of her life. Today, Areather (nee' Armour) Courtenay would have been 71 years old today. I write a lot about my Mom and losing my Mom at age 21 on my blog and in cathartic posts on this … Continue reading Happy Birthday Ma ❤
Today is my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 81 years old. I miss him a lot. Especially since I’ve become a parent, divorced, and life has not turned out the way I pictured it. However, in my darkest times I hear his voice. “Keep Going. You got this. You can do this.” My Dad was my cheerleader. He was the person who I could bounce ideas around with even if they sounded crazy. My Dad was my first hero. Rest in Power Dad. I love you and I miss you. xoxoxo
I think my Dad ruined me because he demonstrated to me at an early age that people who love you are suppose to believe in you and champion you. He didn’t sing my praises to over exalt me, but he always told me when I did something clever. He scolded me when I acted an ass, but he always talked to me about the way the world worked and how I needed to navigate it to be successful.
My father dropped out of high school in the 9th grade. Yet, it is him who taught me about life, about self-esteem, about working hard, about being a good parent, about how the world would attempt to f*** me over continuously because I was an intelligent, strong, independent Black woman and how I would be unloved for most of my days. He was a high school dropout – yet he saw far…
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... but leave my beautiful Black ass out of it. Recently, I was reflecting about the past relationships I have had and like a runaway freight train, it hit me. Some of the men I have been romantically or sexually linked to hated themselves for being Black and they hated dark-skin Black women in tandem. … Continue reading I am sorry you hate yourself….
What if I told you all the prayers of my youth were answered. God / Universe looked out for me and I am still covered. #MommyFab