Together, let’s find the answers
“Summer summer summertime….” More than just a song, it’s an ANTHEM. Summertime for Black families is the primetime for fellowship. The parade of colorful shirts donning a family crest and/or themed celebrations of annual Black Family Reunions make our summers a magical time for reconnection: both to one another and with our roots. The historical […]
pri·or·i·ty/prīˈôrədē/ noun: the fact or condition of being regarded or treated as more important. priv·i·leged/ˈpriv(ə)lijd/ adjective: having special rights, advantages, or immunities. Scrolling down the timelines on my various social media feeds has highlighted the glaring, contradictory lived experiences of folks in America. There are many messages about #BlackLivesMatter, calls for “No Justice No Peace,” […]
“Paralyzed, paralyzed, so messed up can’t open my eyes.” J. Green In normal circumstances, I’m mid bop, with my hands in the air, singing this song at the top of my lungs. However recently, this lyric takes on a whole new meaning for me. (For my non-Tampa peeps, click HERE to listen…Saints this song ain’t […]
At first glance, we shrink intimacy only to its sexual connotation. I get it. It’s like when someone says a word, and the first image that pops into your mind, is what it is, in its totality. But, it goes so much deeper than that. When I think about intimacy, I think of a purposeful, […]
Six months ago I would have answered this question with pride, “I am a Marriage and Family Therapist.” Now, I am seized by nerves because I am unemployed. I feel even more conflicted because I am technically fulfilling the role of housewife right now. So why does this bother me? It’s because when I am […]
Today was Bae day Sunday. The plan was to go to church, brunch, and the movies to see Bad Boys 2 with two other couples. We spent the day in fellowship, talking about the upcoming NFL draft, Gen Z, and just life. Your name was even mentioned as one of the mentors our generation had […]
Adjustment is hard. Plain and simple. It requires you to leave comfort behind, and step into this awkward, and sticky place called transition. You experience feelings of doubt, insecurity, and everything in you screams for stability. I am all too familiar with this, because two months ago I moved to New York City. The husbae […]
