2025 changed my rhythm. I carried loss. I chased joy. I traveled to find my light again. I honored my body. I honored my voice. I became a woman who stands in her truth. I am stepping into 2026 with clarity. I want a life that reflects who I am now. I want softness. I want room to breathe.

It’s been a month since my grandmother passed, and grief has been anything but predictable. I’m learning to rest, reflect, and honor her out loud. From quiet moments to big changes, I’m carrying her with me. Read my latest reflection: After Goodbye: What Grief Is Teaching Me.

How my family history in Galveston made Juneteenth more than just a holiday Juneteenth Hits Different When I was a kid, the Fourth of July was my favorite holiday. Not because of the history, but because of the food, the fun, and the freedom to run around all day. We had big cookouts, loud music, and a house full of laughter.

After a traumatic IUD experience, I sat down to write. What poured out was more than just my story—it was the collective story of Black women navigating reproductive health. From historical abuse t…

We've got a guest blogger today! My bestie shares what it was like attending my family reunion and experiencing the deep-rooted grace, joy, and acceptance that Black families extend—with open arms and full hearts.

Being the only Black woman on a team made me believe I had to be perfect to prove I belonged. But perfection was never the goal—growth was. Rule 51 from NCIS says, “Sometimes you’re wrong,” and learning to live by that changed everything about how I lead.

The post reflects on how "Dream Count" by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and "All the Black Girls Are Activists" by EbonyJanice Moore inspire self-exploration for Black women. It discusses womanism's emphasis on identity, autonomy, and rejecting societal expectations, particularly the pressure to become mothers, affirming that liberation is about claiming one's choices and dreams unapologetically.

Let me just say this up front: I did not want to sit down. But when you have bunion surgery and suddenly can't drive, can’t just “run a quick errand,” and need help doing the most basic things — like getting food, getting dressed, or getting anywhere — you have no choice but to slow all the way down. I thought I was ready for that.

I used to think Black excellence meant overworking, overthinking, and constantly proving myself. But through faith and finding spaces where I could be fully seen, I’ve redefined success. Now, excellence means authenticity, rest, and showing up as me—locs, boundaries, and all.

March is Autoimmune Disease Awareness month and I am sharing my journey of life with a chronic illness. This disease is a part of my life but it is not my whole story.

POV: me, in a bar in Savannah, GA, jamming on the dance floor by myself and having the time of my life Whenever I tell people I’m traveling alone, the response is often the same: “I could never do that!” or “I can’t believe you’re going by yourself.” For some, the idea of solo travel feels intimidating, even lonely. But for me, traveling solo has become one of my absolute favorite ways to see the world.