It’s 10:15 am Sunday morning. I can tell Florida is serving up some unseasonably cooler weather because the wind is howling against my bedroom window.
One of my 2018 goals is to stay booked and blessed — and I’m off to a great start! Recently, I was guest speaker at SPEAK LIFE: A Women’s Empowerment and Vision Board Workshop in Orlando, Florida.
I suppose hosting is just in my blood.
For years, my mother has desperately tried to gather every member of the family to one house for the holidays.
Writing the word “faith” at the top of your blog kind of makes you a target when it comes to topics like this.
Not all Instagram breaks are a waste of time. Truly.
A few days ago, I asked a question on Instagram:
God gave you today to richly enjoy! What are your plans?
With that in mind, a friend and I set out an adventure to find her new home! I know what you’re thinking.
Was it “The Parent Trap”? The Royal Wedding broadcast live for every American princess to see in 2011? Or is it the rumor that some #blackgirlmagic may soon move onto the Kensington Palace grounds à la Me
I have a love affair with a city. It’s hard to put in words, but bear with me, I’ll try.
My heart literally bursts every time my flight makes its way into the nation’s capital.
All my life I’ve struggled with this disease. No cough. No scratchy throat. No headache. The symptoms are more internal than external.
Not enough doing.