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The Sound Of White Silence

At age 53, I’m finally beginning to understand what it means to be privileged in my white covered skin. Only until recently in the last year—when I’ve seen the word Caucasian as one of the boxes to check, all I want to do—is white it out. I am a melting pot mix of...

My Black is Chocolate

Remember years ago, how great we felt when we learned that we were a spring/summer or a fall/winter gal? I remember how empowering it was to know something so simple, yet so helpful, like which colors I look best in, so that I could easily decide what makeup to buy or...

This Word is Overly Misused

What would we say if some words were taken away? Sometimes it’s more than words, and some words are easy to pull from our front pockets. The amount of times I hear this word amazes me, and many times this past week, it presented its heavy energy. This word is somewhat...

My about me, is about you.

This was me at age 13. Today, I am a radio talk show host with a pioneer marketing platform. But that’s not the legacy I want to leave behind. Even though making marketing fun comes very easily to me, there is more to what I do and more to what I give. What I want...

Don’t Let Your Passion Perish

If I let doubt & fear host, they would serve me right. Like Steve Harvey says, we have to face our fears if we want to succeed.  And we have to do things that scare us, without the greed.  Recently, my two eldest boys started work at their new summer jobs,...

Organically Grown

I’m faced with a crossroads and I’m wondering which path to take. I see the two paths ahead and contemplate which one is right for me. Which path is meant to be? It all comes down to choice. It is not easy to find humility in change, or in the decision making process,...