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 ❤
I'm happy to be alive, writing this blog post because things could have went a lot differently. Upwards and Onwards #2020.
I'm a Mom. I get depressed. I love cheese. Large breakfast plates excite me. I ponder my existence in the aisles of Home Depot.
Having an auto-immune disease really sucks. #Mommyfab
Enjoy your thick, lush, super curly, Black American or African hair. It's #Afrolicious and amazing. ... says #MommyFab
People who try and dim your light are not worthy of you. Remember that.
You get to be tired, because you are a human being and you can make everything perfect. #MommyFab
It is my sincerest hope that in coming years the Houston Black Heritage Festival will evolve and expand into an event that puts a large priority on the sense of Black American pride, knowledge sharing about Black American history and encouragement for a stronger community instead of just a couple of dance routines, songs, earrings for sale and a space of cultural befuddlement. #ILoveBeingBlackAmerican
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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