Love You to the Moon and Back

Wednesday, December 13, 2017


Do you believe in love at first sight? Ever met someone and from the moment you laid eyes on them, you knew they were the one? Well I have. The love of my life was born on May 8, 2013, and from the moment I knew she as growing inside my womb, I began to love her. For the past 4 years I have been a single mother to her and the only parent she's known. However, I am so fortunate to have the help of my parents, aunts, uncles, and a host of cousins and close friends, as I go through the joys... and the pains, of motherhood. It has been a true blessing thus far, but today I am feeling uneasy, uncertain and fearful about the transition that is about to take place in the near future.

In just a short time from now, I will be reintroducing my daughter to someone new. I am under undeniable anxiety pressures at the moment due to patterns previously established.  I welcome the idea of this new relationship formation but am fearful of her initial reaction. Mind you, my daughter is, and has always been, very particular when it comes to meeting new people. She may love you, she may not fool with you at all, or she may warm up to you in time. It's almost like she has a sixth sense about people and their intensions. It is my goal to help her adjust to this new experience the best way possible but protect her at the same time. As many of you already know, from reading past blogs, I am currently rediscovering who I am in my personal life, so this curve ball that has been thrown is the scariest shit ever. I am so afraid that this will cause me to backtrack on the amazing progress that has already been made. The story behind the history of this mystery person previously established is one that you wouldn't believe if I told you, so I won't, lol (not now anyways). I am just trying to find my way; to find a balance, in this relationship so that it does not negatively affect my daughter.

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Weigh Outta Control!

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Many of you have read about my journey with depression and dealing with the misdiagnosis of bipolar disorder, but you have yet to hear about my journey of being overweight as a result of my mental disorders. I will take you to places where I have been at my lowest, places of recognition and admittance and finally finding answers that will change my life forever. 


All my life I have been very petite in stature, never tall, always small in size. I have also always been involved with some sort of physical activity, whether it was dance lessons as a young child, athletics in middle and high school, or regular fitness and exercise on my own as a young adult. It wasn’t until moving to Denver, Colorado at 25 that I began to pick up weight for the first time in my life. I was living the life in Denver, away from the life and people I knew before, experiencing independence and fun for the first time ever(other than the exhilarating festivities of college life). I was around family (that I had never gotten to spend much time with) and newly found friends, eating out ALL the time no physical activity incorporated into my routine at all. Which for me was new as I was very active as a child and throughout my 8 years of college. After living away in Denver for two years, I picked up about 15/20 pounds the ladder of my years living there. After returning from a family vacation to Washington, D.C. in 2010, I looked back at photos of that trip and I noticed that I was beginning to change physically. Then I thought back to the miles and miles we walked in D.C. and remembered being very winded and sluggish as we walked up and down the city streets. When I looked at the photos I was pictured in, I wasn’t the least bit pleased at what I was seeing. I was shocked at the amount of extra baggage I was carrying around. Shortly after the return of my trip, I moved back home to sweet ole’ Alabama and got on the ball to whip my body back into shape! Two months later, the 'extraness' I had acquired had disappeared....like it had never, ever happened. 

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7 Tips on How to Love a Broken Black Man

Friday, December 1, 2017


My experiences with the opposite sex have been far from  first-class, but I have learned so many lessons from each and every encounter. I by no means, consider myself an expert on love, especially given my history of failed relationships, but I am a sucker for love; a hopeless romantic. I wanted to share with you some of the things I have learned in hopes of preventing you from making the same mistakes I, and probably many other women, have made. These 7 tips on 'How To Love A Broken Black Man' are solely based on my experiences (both failed attempts & triumphs) of loving a broken black man.


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