The Strength of a Woman

“Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” I stood there with my mouth hanging open. “Ummmmmm, sure?” The nurse handed me a pair of scissors. Snip…snip…snip. Did that just happen? Did I just cut my nephew’s umbilical cord? Whoa. You should know that I have never witnessed a live birth. I may have seen one on video once as a teenager, but after 30 seconds of footage I covered my eyes. At this moment, I stood there holding my sister-in-law’s hand, helping her breathe, and praying with her through the contractions. I was instantly in awe of her courage. When…

Living a Bold Life—My Way

Sponsored by J.M. Smucker company. If you would’ve asked me five years ago if I was living a bold life, I’m not sure I would’ve been able to answer you truthfully. Maybe because I wasn’t. I had just been diagnosed with anxiety and fear ruled my life. There were no courageous moments and I definitely wasn’t taking any daring chances. It was a dark time and one I’m not ashamed to talk about. Over the years, I’ve continued to battle my anxiety. And I probably will for the rest of my life. But, I’m happy to report that fear and…

Everything Happens for a Reason

You’ve heard this saying before right? Everything happens for a reason. And because we’ve heard it said over and over so many times, we might dismiss the meaning behind it. Well, I’ve been a true believer in this since I can remember. Yes, even the bad stuff. I feel that in my life, nothing has ever been accidental. As I’m sitting here typing this, I’m in the middle of brainstorming an idea. One that I’ve honestly had brewing for a while. Just to get this ball moving has done wonders for me. Especially since this chick has been having a…

Losing Friends and Gaining Perspective

It feels a little strange writing about something like this at my age. I thought I’d have most of this friend stuff figured out at this point. I guess I was wrong. I’m 39-years-old and it turns out I’m still being schooled about who is a “real” friend and who isn’t. When I think about fake friends, I have this flashback from when I was in high school. I had this group of girl friend’s and all we did was gossip and talk about boys—you know the usual. But, when the conversation turned into something they didn’t want me to…

When Life Decides to Shift

I’m having a major self-realization moment right now. It’s like I can feel my life shifting around, if that makes sense. Yes, it’s because I’m getting older and hopefully wiser. All I want, more than anything, is to live a kinder, balanced, and happier life. It sounds a lot easier than it has been. For the past few months I have been struggling with my inner self. It has nothing to do with welcoming in the new year either. In 2015, I made some changes here and what kind of content I would be sharing with all of you. You may have…

My Favorite Blog Posts of 2015

When I look back on this past year, I can’t help but really reflect on my personal growth. Where have I been as a person? What have I learned? How will I use that to better my life? Turns out, 2015 has been a year unlike any other. I’ve learned a few things and started a journey or two. And like the blogger I am, I decided to share with you on this blog—through a few personal posts. I went through my blog archives and pulled out seven posts that stood out to me. I can remember what was going on…

The Darkest Time of My Life


That moment you’re on a roller coaster and you’re about to hit a frightening loop. That ache in the pit of your stomach is back – but this time it rushes up through your heart. It feels like it grasps at your throat. Causing you to cry out in pain with a voice you’ve never heard before. Tears explode through you. You hyperventilate.

And in that moment…you just feel helpless.

My Personal Style Doesn’t Define Me


No, this is not a deja vu. Yes, I’ve written a few times about finding and expressing your personal style. I’ve shared my own tips and even some from my blogger amigas. And no matter what, I always stress the point of wearing what you want and what you love.  But, you should also know that how you dress and what you wear does not define who you are as a person. No matter how many times someone feels the need to remind you.

I Got It From My Mama

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I talk to my mom on the phone almost every day. I can honestly say, each conversation takes on a life of it’s own. We don’t always agree on things and we will sometimes butt heads. I love her beyond words, but man we are so much alike it’s scary. It seems like every time I open my mouth, I say something and I sound just like her. In fact, I think I might actually be turning into her. 

Just Be Yourself

We live in a world where people want to be anyone but themselves. Constantly putting themselves down, copying others, and not being true to who they really are. It makes me sad when I see a woman desperately trying to change who she is in order to fit into what society thinks is “beautiful.” I get it. It’s hard. We want to be accepted. And it doesn’t help that we are bombarded with messages that tell us what we should look like and how we should dress. Believe me, I work really hard to not fall into the trap myself. But, I’m only human. Sometimes, I need to remind myself to just be me.

Facing and Fighting Fear

What can I say about fear and self-doubt that we don’t know already? Yes, it sucks and it’s totally normal to feel both. Come on…we wouldn’t be considered human if we didn’t.  And it never fails that these two always seem to pop up when there’s an opportunity for me to try something I’ve never done before. 

It’s Time to #MakeItHappen


I love this photo that my friend Reah took of me on a rooftop in New York City. It definitely wasn’t a planned pose. I just remember thinking how cold it was, but also how happy I was to be in one of my favorite cities. I’ve realized I made that happen. I’m responsible for that moment. And ever since learning of this year’s theme of International Women’s Day, #MakeItHappen, I couldn’t help but reflect on this photo and the consequences that lead me here.