Old To New Creations

In light of the picture that’s floating around social media of the lack of race representation of the White House interns, I feel the need to address my concerns. As I was driving to a meeting today, I saw a group of middle-aged White men dressed in business casual attire and standing partially in the road as they worked on a project by a well-known phone company, that shall remain unknown. Nothing was unusual about this encounter; yet, I was bothered because NOTHING was unusual.   Issues with diversity in the workplace and academic platforms, have been a topic of conversation for many years.  I admit, it speaks to a larger problem that’s not entirely a race problem. No friends, I am not  saying that our society does not have a problem with race... I'm simply saying that this particular issue is not just about race.   As I passed by the men this morning, one thing came to my mind..SUCCESS SEES NO COLOR. The lack of diversity, on one hand could be accredited to stereoty

Hey friend.  Over the years many sexual assault and pedophile allegations have been exposed in the entertainment and political arenas, I had to pause to tell my own story; to validate my own injustices, and to stand in my own truth.  The very first time I can remember being violated was at the age of 12 when my mother’s boyfriend felt that it was ok to touch me inappropriately.   I was raped again at the age of 14 when I was passed out drunk and woke up screaming, “STOP!!!" The next time was statutory rape.. Years later,  I was date raped by a person that I thought loved me.   the guy knew I was underaged and lied to me about his age.. Years after, I thought I'd met the love of my life.  He was trustworthy, consistent, attentive, and protective.... a little too protective at times.  I was so broken and wanting of love that I attributed his stalking behaviors as him loving me and wanting to be every where I was...ALL THE TIME! Yeah... I was underaged when that relatio

I was trying out a new recipe that needed the spice, tyme. I looked everywhere in my spice cabinet and couldn't find it. Suddenly, all the spices came tumbling and there, sitting right in my face was tyme all along. It then hit me! What hit you girl, the 50 bottles of seasonings that came tumbling down? Well, yes, but that's not the point I'm making so stay focused! It hit me! While I was searching, Tyme was right in my face all along!! You get it? Maybe not so let me explain.  Often, we spend most of our waking moments searching for something in hopes of finding our true life's purpose. Not realizing, time is indeed, staring you right in the face! I could've avoided the intense search for that little spice by simply slowing down and taking my time. Part of my downfall in my search for tyme was that instead of searching on the lower level of my rack, I immediately went to the top tier, which resulted in the collapse of all 3 levels. What am I trying to s

This post will be short and sweet. There are some things that have to be said, discussed, thought about, talked over, etc.. I think you get the point. Then there are others--You say them and let the chips fall where they may. This post is the latter. My air died at our home yesterday. We couldn't call the landlord, because we ARE the landlords. As the temperature rose today, reaching well over into the 90s here in the south, so did the inside temp in our home. Boy, I'd not realized how important an AC can be in the Deep South in the summertime..but it got me to thinking🤔... A lot of times we go through life not admiring or appreciating the people in our lives like we should. God forbid.. what would happen if one day, like my AC, they're no longer available? Will you be miserable (like I was today) or will you live your life regretting that you never apologized, made amends, reached out, loved on, or celebrated them as you should have? I'm happy to report that ou

*Disclaimer* Warning, this post may be offensive to some and honestly, I'm okay with that.  My goal is and never will be to help others by telling them what they want to hear, but what will help them become the best that they can be.  As I was driving in my truck, listening to a message referencing why Christians are not going after nations by Kris Valleton, which was an awesome message by the way, he stated something that rocked my world concerning false humility and self-esteem that left me Wow'd and led me to the realization that humility, used in the wrong context, can actually be tied to issues with self-esteem.  I know, you may not have had the same reaction that I had, but that's ok.  By the end of this post, I believe that you will have your own WOW moment that will lead to change, like it did for me.  What was it about that simple sentence that grabbed my attention? I'm glad you asked!  About two weeks prior to listening to that particular message, I had

             Who told our young women that masculine traits make you independent, strong, and cute? Let me help you, dear sister, a woman's strength lies in the power of her SOFT words and STRONG perseverance to pray her family through while still guiding them through their right now! She talks faith, lives faith, acts in faith and Is ready to do warfare on the enemy for her family! She creates, manages, achieves, takes care of business, and doesn't have an excuse bone in her body.  She KNOWS her WORTH and VALUE so much so that her husband doesn't have to wonder "what you been doing all day" or whether or not someone else has her eyes because he KNOWS God has her heart, first!  Her ability to show strength in her feminine traits can attract a good man quicker than these boys that just want to boo you up, plant seeds that they are not man enough to properly father God's way, and can't see past Netflix and chill to tell you his plans for h

Black Men, I know it may not seem like you matter to this Godless society and the reality is, you don't. I have stood by, like most people, not really knowing how to respond to such tragedies. I have mourned, like these young men and women, were my husband, sons, father,  niece , or nephew. I have prayed and interceded and have tirelessly lectured my children, all BLACK boys, you see.  I write this because I, unlike some, have to admit that I do not know what it's like to be you in this society. I don't know what it's like to have your black women being preferred over you because you look too "thuggish", "ghetto", or "black". I don't know what it's like to be emasculated in front of your children,  wives, and families, even in your brutal deaths. I don't know what it's like to have to face a cold world each day not knowing whether or not you will return the same way you left.  I get it! I GET IT! I