Our normal lives are shifting. We need to adjust to a "new normal". That means allowing ourselves to experience discomfort, grief, loss, and digging deep for hope. #MommyFab
Pray for me and other parents like me who are trying to keep a smile on their face for their children while they navigate the uncertainty of this pandemic and what it means for our livelihoods and emotional / mental stability. #MommyFab
Listen Linda, working from home as working parent is not a cake walk. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB
No one has a rule book for parenting during a pandemic. Cut yourself some slack. It ain't easy. #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?
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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I'm happy to be alive, writing this blog post because things could have went a lot differently. Upwards and Onwards #2020.
... And this is the very vulnerable, ugly side of parenting. The morbid feeling that you are being left behind as your kid evolves and knowing that time is the most precious commodity you have