Category: being real

The Night Stalker is dead

The Night Stalker is dead

Twitter has been buzzing about the death of serial killer Richard Ramirez today. He died of liver failure on death row in San Quentin prison at the age of 53. If you were a child in the 80’s, then the…

The single mother side hustle

The single mother side hustle

My favorite photo of my mama. She’s pregnant with me in this photo. Although I hate the thought of wrinkles and gray hair, growing older is a good thing. I’ve gained wisdom and insight that I just didn’t have when…

The best shaper I’ve ever owned

Image source: Macy’s The truth of the matter is, my thighs and backside haven’t gotten into a dress without first pulling on some sort of shaper since 1995. I’m just like Dolly Parton’s character in Steel Magnolias when she says,…

Taming the tongue

Taming the tongue

Me and Sol. Motherhood ain’t for the weak. That’s the truth. I love being a mama but as my children grow older, the incidences of me getting my rear end handed back to me has grown exponentially. #Ughz. Take yesterday,…

Art is a form of worship

Art is a form of worship

I belong to a church that goes to great lengths to speak to people exactly where they are in life. I’ve been to churches where everyone functions under a shroud of falseness. I’ve been to crazy churches where people are…

Boys are just little men

Boys are just little men

I’ve always been a little boy crazy. What can I say? I have a weakness for cute boys. Bottom line, I enjoy their distinct maleness, so different from female energy. But, I’ve got to tell you, my boys–the ones I…

My Instagram Life

My Instagram Life

I’m still posting over at Babycenter’s MOMformation everyday. Most days it’s awesome sauce and other days it’s as if I beat a hornet’s nest with a bat, and a gang of angry bees are chasing me, ready to sting me…

My 40th Surprise! Party

My 40th Surprise! Party

I celebrated my 40th birthday on February 24th. Four. Zero. I know, right?  I can’t believe I am that old–that I’ve lived for forty years now! I have a love/hate relationship with my birthday. I love the idea that I…

An ode to fat thighs

An ode to fat thighs

It’s late and our six children are safely tucked in their beds. Exhausted, we finally make it to our own bed. I hear my husband’s quiet whisper in the darkness. Come here and put those hamhocks over me. Obediently, I…

Don’t mind me, I’m just going insane

Don’t mind me, I’m just going insane

Twelve more days until Day of the Dead and in true procrastinating artist fashion, my stuff is far from done. Granted, I’ve gotten tons of work done since I’ve been working on it for about six months straight but I’m…