• Mommy-ing

    Why I was afraid to share my pregnancy news at work

    So, I’m 17 weeks pregnancy, or was at the time of drafting this post. I’m currently 23 weeks. Yes. He’s coming fast, but I digress. One of the motifs of this experience was fear with a special side of being afraid of people knowing. It took me months to tell family, framily, and friends. The underling reasons for my privacy were not positive, but after thinking about faith, I quickly got over and began celebrating.

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  • Lifestyle + Hacks

    How to survive Being at a Job You Hate

    Alarm sounds, hit snooze. Alarm sounds, hits snooze, again. Alarm sounds, hits snooze a third time. Finally gets up in despair. Brushes teeth. Puts on clothes. Makes lunch. Curse people out in traffic. Plot escape like life depends on it. Walks in the building with the fu** all ya’ll face because deep down inside you can’t stand those people or that job, but you show up because the bills aren’t going anywhere.

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  • Love + Relationships

    Stove Top Mac or Oven Mac ?

    Often times, I wanted to jump in eager for a title and validation. In the process, I, well, we were building play houses on a straw base. Ultimately, it takes more ingredients and time to make that southern comfort mac and cheese we typically get at grandma’s or ma’s than it does to make a quick Tuesday night, “I’m just trying to get my cheese fix mac”. And I prefer the former.

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  • Mommy-ing

    I’m Pregnant and My Life is Over!

    I’m pregnant and my life is over. At least that’s how some family members and peers see the news. Let me tell you something. Growing up the word “pregnancy” was next to a curse word. It’s wild. At almost 30 and flourishing in my career(s), pregnancy is still a curse word that needs to be whispered. But, what I say to the naysayers is this: suck a toe and here’s why.

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