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.
New Year, Not New Me, New Decade, Glad I am still here.
I'm happy to be alive, writing this blog post because things could have went a lot differently. Upwards and Onwards #2020.
Creative Block and being a Black Mom Blogger
For the last half of the year, I've experienced a huge CREATIVE BLOCK. I've also questioned what I'm doing in the blogger-space. It happens. #MommyFab #WriterInLieu
Life isn’t coming up roses and that’s okay. That’s life.
Life isn't coming up Roses and that's okay. Indeed that is life. #MommyFab
ONE THOUSAND WORDS!
My Dad told me that "A PICTURE IS WORTH A 1,000 WORDS". I'm a word person. Words matter. Words cut. Words heal. Words hurts. Words without action though are meaningless fodder for life. I don't take pretty pictures. I take pictures of things that excite me, that interest me, that please me, that upset me, … Continue reading ONE THOUSAND WORDS!
I struggle
The destination matters not so much because now I just want to experience love, triumph, adoration, satisfaction, and self -affirmation while I am on the way. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB
Let go or be dragged…
You deserve to be loved completely, with fervor and vigor. Pining for reciprocity is a fool's errand. You will be dragged everytime.
I am loved.
Simple: I am loved. I give love and it comes back to me. I consider myself abundantly Blessed. #MommyFab
Good things….
Good things come to us and sometimes we aren't ready. That sucks arse. Being able to recognize a "good thing", a good work situation, a good person, and a good friend is a skill set that most adults don't have. They live in the world of "hindsight". Now there are other times when we know … Continue reading Good things….
I’m not good at this…
Maybe amor fati is the only thing I have left. #MommyFab
Adulthood is a hustle.
Adulthood is a hustle. Bar None. #MommyFab
The Chicago winter caught up with me… in Houston.
A Chicago winter caught up with me in Houston. #MommyFab
Fibroids hurt and often we as Black women don’t talk about it.
Fibroids hurt. They hurt physically, they hurt emotionally, they affect you mentally. Black American women are more likely to have fibroids. We are not talking about this enough. #MommyFab
Becoming undone…
I feel all the emotions at once. There is no emotional roadmap for navigating a pandemic. #MommyFab
The matter…
Then peak adulthood is learning to be happy with your lot in life and be well chuffed with who you actually are. #MommyFab
