Coming full circle
If you come to my house, it feels like a home. And for the first time in my life, I am no longer running …. I’m happy here in this place, I made a home for me and my modern family.
When the stress gets to you
For years I thought I had an ulcer, then I realize my body just cannot process stress. It doesn’t help that I am always stressed the entire **** out. #MommyFab
And in this life sometimes you feel “meh”…
If I put out a mixtape right now it would be titled “Go the entire f*** on with your rhetoric. Keep your pie hole closed. Volume 2.”
Here is the wall. Hit it.
I heard myself say in my head … Here comes the wall. #MommyFab
They pulled my Momma off the school bus to pick cotton.
As we talked, my Auntie said something that literally brought me to tears, “they used to pull us off the school bus and make us pick cotton”. #MommyFab
The sprint within a marathon…
I don’t want to sprint all the time. I want to pace myself for a long cross-country race, where I win at the end. Right now, I am sprinting and I feel like on all fronts, I am losing the race. #MommyFab
The quiet, soul crushing stress of being a single Black Mother during a pandemic…
Should I get the virus, when I seek assistance, they won’t treat me like a human being, or an American citizen — because my life doesn’t matter to 80% of the country. #MommyFab
I try and filter out the bullshit by trying to find credible news sources, but who can I trust at this point. Who is telling the truth? #MommyFab
Embrace the weeds…
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
Quarantine and isolation is forcing me to sit with my broken bits
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