Category: January Edition
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Noted…
There’s a certain clarity that comes from sharing a meal with someone who embodies resilience, faith, and love in their purest forms. That’s exactly what happened during a much-needed lunch with my dear friend, someone I’ve long considered the epitome of reinvention. Sitting across from them, watching the light catch the edges of their smile,…
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Make it enough…
Solo parenting is a delicate dance between chaos and caffeine, with the occasional existential crisis thrown in for flavor. Somewhere between the early morning wake-ups, endless snack requests, and the Mount Everest of laundry, there’s you—clinging to sanity by a thread. Let me offer you this lifeline: mini maintenance. No, not the “bubble baths and…
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For the man with a dream…
Every January, we’re reminded of a dream—one man’s audacious vision of equality, justice, and unity. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. wasn’t just a speaker of words; he was a shaker of systems. His legacy has rippled across time, changing laws, transforming hearts, and shifting the course of history. For Black women, his contributions were particularly…
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Oops…?
First, let me start with a sincere apology for missing yesterday’s post. I know—disappointment, betrayal, a single tear streaming down your cheek as you refreshed my page, only to find nothing new. But here we are, back on track with a double feature today. Consider it my literary olive branch…or maybe just an extra distraction…
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Are you sorry, or are you sorry…?
Apologies are often painted as admissions of defeat, a lowering of oneself to elevate another. But what if we reframed them? What if apologizing wasn’t about bowing to shame, but about reclaiming grace? What if the act of uttering “I’m sorry” was less about punishment and more about healing? The truth is, we’ve all gotten…
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Breakfast Philosophies for the Black Woman’s Soul: I Matter…
I used to think breakfast was optional—a speed bump in the marathon of survival. Growing up, eating wasn’t a curated Instagram moment; it was a necessity, often dictated by what was affordable and quick, not what was nourishing. But now, as I sip on my magnesium-spiked tea and spread avocado on my bagel (pre-mashed, thank…
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Who said it was a filter…?
There’s a cruel joke the universe likes to play on me every time life decides to pull the rug out from under my carefully curated routines. Moving is stressful enough—packing, unpacking, and realizing you’ve somehow misplaced your entire spice rack—but throw in my skin rebelling like I just hit puberty, and suddenly I’m asking the…
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Blueprint…
Let’s talk about manifesting the life you want. You know, the one with the dream job, the loving relationship, the passive income streams, and the glowing skin. Sure, some people say you can’t have it all, but those people clearly haven’t made a vision board yet. Because let me tell you, manifesting is 50% mindset,…
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Let’s not talk about sex…
Ah, celibacy. The word alone can make people shift uncomfortably in their seats, as if you’ve just suggested they survive on kale and tap water for a year. But let’s pause and lean into this idea for a moment, shall we? Celibacy isn’t about deprivation; it’s about liberation. It’s about owning your energy, your time,…
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Discipline is sexy…
They say discipline is a lost art. I’d argue it’s more like the overachieving friend we invite to brunch but avoid calling for help because—let’s face it—she’s probably already running a marathon, building a side hustle, and raising a perfectly behaved toddler. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned as a solo parent, it’s this:…
Hey, They Call Me Connie… 