And the most powerful thread of this film was the bond between the Mother and her son, for she loved him as best as she knew how - as best as she could and that was a beautiful thing because Black American boys deserve love, they deserve grace and they deserve kindness. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB #LifeAndNothingMore
If you want to share a film about Black American rural life, strife, dreams, dwindling humanity... this is the movie. It's unapologetically raw and in your face. It makes you uncomfortable with any privilege you may have. It makes you hyper aware that Black Americans have not come that far. ~ #MommyFab #EfabulousHB
You are allowed to change, grow, fail, try again and fine tune your humanity. If anyone else tells you something different, like you need to chase perfection.... DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB
It's taken me an extremely long time to appreciate the beauty and necessity of authentic sisterhood. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB #Sisterhood
This photo is actual footage of me being in love and understood. I figure it will only come when I'm on my death bed and I will be hallucinating through the flash of f***boi(s) I've encountered in my whimsical life. Bwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Today as I was feeling melancholy about my station in life. I've scrolled through … Continue reading The Failure Letter…
I pick up on the little things and the usually tell the tale.
I wrote this as a feature in 2015. My life has changed since then. I have tried to love again and loss big time. My Future CEO is thriving. My first dog, Jessie is over the Rainbow Bridge. I am now on meds for my Sarcoidosis and a good biscuit dipped in honey from 200lbs. Life has changed so much, but I am still thankful.
Why I am thankful? Seriously? Why? About 7 years ago I used to go to sleep and ask God to take me in my sleep. I was so depressed, I could not go on. Even after my gorgeous procreate was here on earth. I was deeply depressed. My marriage was failing. My health was failing. My vision of who I was and who I was supposed to be…. yep, failing.
It got to the point, I had asked God to take me and my child in our sleep so we can get together in heaven with my parents. The end. …Well, that wasn’t the end.
That failed marriage had to play out in divorce court. I had to stop praying for death and pray for strength. I had to learn to be whole “all by myself”. I would take on a rebound that would push me to the brink of…
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Never stop. Push through if you can. Keep It Moving.
I loved my Momma. We weren't very close. In a lot of ways, she didn't understand me. ...she loved me as best as she could, she let me be free and sometimes she sat back and enjoyed watching me fly. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB
I take people at their word. It is a lost and dangerous art form. #EfabulousHB #MommyFab