Today I came across the most wonderfully perfect thing on Instagram. A four-year-old dressed in the cutest stego… correction powdersaurus snowsuit, snowboarding down a hill, braver than I’d ever be going through a beautiful “secret path” of snow-covered evergreens. In the sweetest, sing-songy voice, she became my whole 2022 mood: I won’t fall. Maybe I will. That’s ok….
Have you ever been a Stuckosaurus? Here’s all the inspiration you need from a four-year-old.
Ten black-owned brands that I loved in 2021 (and will be continuing to love in 2022)
In the spirit of celebrating black history month, I have composed a list of ten black-owned brands that I could not seem to stop obsessing over all of last year. These brands get it. They get me. And that feels good. If you are looking to check all of the boxes–quality, affordability, effectiveness, swag, efficiency, professionalism, pressure, here is your…
A February playlist for matters of the heart
It’s officially February, but for weeks we’ve seen red hearts campaigning for love. I’ve never been a red box of chocolate kind of girl. I prefer big dreamy flower bouquets, beautiful words written from the deepest parts of the heart, and music that strums your soul. And, of course, Tiffany blue boxes don’t hurt either….
Have a lovely week…
Pandemic life swirled in with the throes of just everyday life over the past couple of years may have tried to sway me a little off-kilter in my optimism of 2022’s start. Yet, I still seem to have at least a seedling of faith in the declaration that “2022 is mine” because that is what…
What I wear when: I want to wear houndstooth and leopard
New year, same crazy, busy Mondays. But first prayer. At my church, January has typically always been deemed a month of consecration, a time of committed praying and fasting. That generally also means some sort of committed hiatus from any distracting extracurricular activities and social media scrolling. So I’ll be pausing for the cause. Frankly,…
Cheers to the days ahead
We made it––the ever so fortunate ones to breathe in the newness of another year. And no matter our deepest valley of the year previous, our heart’s beat, our breath alone beckons us to gratefulness. My new year’s eve tradition from childhood is “Watch Night Service,” a.k.a a very late night church service, thanking God…