Some feel good for you today. J.R. Smith graduating from NCA&T

Pastel with pressure

Y’all, I have cried in this here church for about 42 1/2 minutes. I’ve had ENOUGH.

These are actual Freedom Riders, now elderly, sitting together decades after risking their lives to challenge segregation in the American South. On May 4, 1961, they rode buses south to defy illegal segregation in terminal facilities.

If you’re like me and decorate your home on November 1st, there’s only 178 days til Christmas season starts.

Work week: complete. Now it’s time to pack for another wedding in Louisville. Since mid-March, this makes wedding number seven… and at this point, my dry cleaning bill deserves its own line in the budget.

All black for a reason. Order still matters.

Approved. Approved. Approved. It’s happening! 💪🏽💈🔥

Meeting with my contractors today at my newest location… 💪🏽💈🔥 God, I thank you!

Unfortunately people have a right to decline your love, no matter how pure your intentions are. You are not what they want, and that is okay❤️

The HOLLA I just let out!

It’s 9:30 on Friday night and I’m sitting post workout in an empty gym with just my thoughts and an amazing podcast. This is life that I enjoy. 

In Jesus Name Amen. 🙏🏽

Built the shops, built the culture, perfected the craft. The results speak before I ever have to. 💪🏽💈🔥

Welcome to the United States— where dysfunction isn’t a flaw, it’s policy. Education is gutted, but ignorance is funded. Healthcare exists, just not for everyone. Children learn lockdown drills before they learn long division. Survival is expensive, and living comfortably is a privilege.

There’s a deeper unraveling happening in this country, and we’re only seeing the surface of it. Systems built on inequity don’t sustain themselves forever, they eventually expose their own fractures.

They said we were overreacting. Yet here we are: • Voting rights weakened • Roe v. Wade overturned • The SAVE Act pushed forward • The OBBB advanced • DEI protections rolled back • ICE expansion normalized • Medicare put on the chopping block

People are not toys to be picked up in moments of boredom and tossed aside when convenience fades. Life happens, priorities shift, and seasons change, but, inconsistency, and careless treatment are still choices. Boundaries teach people how to handle you. What continues is often what is permitted.

Be gracious. Be mature. Be kind. But do not abandon yourself trying to be digestible to people who prefer you broken. God did not heal you so you could spend your life defending the evidence. Guard your joy. Preserve your peace. Let your life speak louder than your explanations ever could.

So stop fighting for recognition in rooms that are invested in your misrepresentation. Stop bleeding for validation from people who mistake your past for your permanent identity. Your peace is too expensive for that.

If they truly saw you clearly, it would require them to question themselves, their judgment, and the role they played. Many people would rather protect their perception than confront reality.

Not everyone is struggling to understand you, some are committed to misunderstanding you because the truth of who you are would disrupt the comfort of who they decided you were. People build entire opinions around old versions of you, and your growth becomes inconvenient to their narrative.

Depth. Even when my surroundings change, people leave, seasons shift, and my mind battles itself, I remain someone who feels deeply, loves intensely, thinks beyond the surface, and searches for meaning in everything. I may become quieter, sharper, softer, or more guarded, but depth stays.

“Protect your peace” is one of the most overused phrases right now. Sometimes it’s wisdom. Other times, it’s just avoidance dressed up as healing, dodging growth, accountability, and hard conversations.

Grateful 🥹

Most things

Safety feels like not having to overexplain, overperform, or overprotect myself. It’s consistency. It’s being able to be soft without fearing it’ll be used against me. It’s love without surveillance and loyalty without conditions.

Stood in my truth

Whomever needs one.

Internal peace, purpose in life, and people who make you feel safe enough to be yourself.

The scarier one depends on the circumstance, but personally, I’d say the most dangerous person is the one who believes losing is not an option for them.

Knowing you can’t show the same frustration someone else can without being labeled “angry,” or feeling the need to be twice as polished just to be seen as equally competent.

The fear that love might not survive honesty.

Childbirth is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen because it is love in its rawest form—strength, sacrifice, pain, and purpose all meeting in one moment to bring life into the world.

I am the first in my bloodline to become me without apologizing for the weight, warfare, wisdom, and witness it took to get here.

Anything with that “cafeteria food” energy

My heart is healing—still bruised in places, but softer, wiser, and being made new. Tender, honest, and learning that even broken things can be held by grace and rebuilt with peace.

Absolutely. Non-monogamy isn’t the absence of ethics; it’s a relationship structure built on clarity, communication, and consent. Cheating happens when agreements are violated or trust is manipulated. Boundaries still exist. Integrity still matters. Secrecy is betrayal, regardless of the structure.

Listen. It’s like we gotta come on here with our right hand grasping our sword ready to fight at all times.

LA brunch spots are a WHOLE vibe on Sundays.

People forget that you can still cheat in a non monogamous relationship. There are still boundaries. It’s not a free-for-all like the general public thinks.

This country is the LAUGHINGSTOCK of the world.

🌞🌞🌹🌹☕️☕️*

I pray that calm finds you, clarity covers you, and strength carries you. I pray what’s been weighing on your heart begins to loosen its grip. I pray you stop surviving and start breathing again. That’s all.

Quick, fast, and with a swiftness for an extended period of time.

Me? Clocked out Shower? Taken Mumu? On Bonnet/head scarf? Secured Beverage? Poured Food? Plated Reality TV? Broadcasted Qualms? NONE

(1/2) Sometimes the hardest grief isn’t death, it’s mourning someone who is still alive. Watching someone you love become distant, different, or unreachable teaches a different kind of heartbreak.

I just let folks be them.