Kwanzaa: Remembering Our Roots, Celebrating Our Spirit, Living Our Purpose Kwanzaa is more than a cultural celebration — it’s a connection point. A remembrance. A grounding. A coming home to who we are as African-descended people. Before history tried to rewrite our story, before trauma attempted to silence our voices, we were powerful, creative, spiritual,…
Wow… I just have to write about this devotional I’m reading with a group of friends because it hit me right where I’m living today. Yesterday, I told everyone that I was getting back to my purpose and putting out more purpose content—especially with my workshop coming up at the end of December. And I…
A personal and honest reflection on facing subtle discrimination in a teaching assignment, this post explores how outdated biases still shape hiring decisions — even when qualifications are undeniable. Through the lens of lived experience, it highlights resilience, identity, and the strength required to rise above systems that attempt to diminish Black excellence. Ultimately, it’s a story of clarity, purpose, and trusting that rejection is often divine redirection.
Purpose Gives Vision a Voice
I recently reflected on something my stepfather used to call me—“Queen Bee.” It was an affectionate nickname, one I now realize carried meanings that have evolved over time. For him, it was likely a playful acknowledgment of my personality, maybe even a recognition of how I carried myself with confidence and certainty. But now, as…
I’ve been journaling for a while now, and like many people, I’ve tried different notebooks—different colors, different brands, different styles. But there’s something about Archer & Olive that just feels right. The quality is unmatched. Their journals are more than just a place to write; they’re an experience, a tool that makes the practice of…
We recently had a crab fest at the house—my aunt, my cousin, Craig’s cousins—all gathered around the table with food, laughter, and plenty of conversation. Our dog, Flo, was in her element. She loves company, and everyone gave her plenty of attention. At one point, Craig’s cousin Brian stepped away from the table. Flo saw…
This morning I sat in my in my bed staring at my walker. The strap was dangling down, broken, like it was mocking me. My hair was a tangled mess. The clothes in my closet looked just as untouched as they had for days. I thought about the plans I said “yes” to earlier in…
There’s something deeply unsettling about waking up every morning, fully capable, fully willing, and fully experienced—yet somehow still overlooked. For those of us in our 50s, 60s, and beyond, the job market feels like a locked door with no key. It’s not about a lack of effort. It’s not about being unwilling to learn. It’s…
There was a time when I would immediately leap into action to fix things the moment tension entered the room. If someone I cared about was upset, I’d drop everything — even my own needs — just to smooth things over. Not because I was at fault, but because I had learned that peace required…
