Simple: I am loved. I give love and it comes back to me. I consider myself abundantly Blessed. #MommyFab
I want to come out that other side of this pandemic maintaining my superlative circle of friends who truly care. #MommyFab
We made it here. The 12th level of the 2020 version of Live Action Jumanji. #MommyFab
...you have to be mature enough to understand that sometimes our friends and family don't have the capacity to be the cheerleaders we think they should be or be the cheerleaders we have been for them.
A big chunk of my heart has been taken out and now runs with my sweet Cottonball over the Rainbow Bridge. Run free my love. #MommyFab
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?
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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Hey! I guarantee - my Auntie is waaaay better than yours. Hands Down. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB #FabWorld
"Owned, a Tale of Two Americas" is very sobering film that explores post-war institutionalized housing discrimination against Black Americans, in the United States. #OwnedFilm #HoustonCinemaArtsFestival #MommyFab #EfabulousHB
l love men. I love food. I LOVE MEN WHO COOK. Join me Oct 14th for #MenWhoCook2018 >> #MommyFab