I don't know that I add anything new

Or that offering my voice, again, is remotely helpful. I really don't know. But here's what I do know; I am exhausted with grief and sadness. And if I am exhausted, I cannot begin to know how exhausted my black brothers and sisters are. I can't begin to experience the level of anxiety that affects their daily interactions, the level of strength it must take to sometimes silently endure ill-timed or ignorant remarks from well-meaning but misinformed white people like myself.

(Yes, you read that correctly. Boyz II Men.)

This review is a day late and I don’t feel the least bit bad about it. Because the week was in. sane. and I am just now able to get my head around much of it.

Ever have that feeling of working from a deficit? If you say “no,” I want to cause you physical harm and then learn your ways. Last week started from a deficit in many ways. It’s a shame that I can’t fully enjoy Labor Day, a day for all the hardworking people to just take a breather, because I’m thinking about how far behind it will put me.

I started baking cupcakes about 10 years ago.

Back then we were living in the Los Angeles area, the original mecca of the cupcake shoppe craze, and it was just a thing one grew accustomed to. I kept hearing about the BEST cupcakes ever and, depending on who I was talking to, those cupcakes existed at no less than 12 different shoppes.

Oh HAAAYYY Labor Day!

Short & sweet week in review for you guys. It was a hustle week to be sure, but lots of goal setting, long-term strategy planning, and dreaming about the next 10 years got me SO excited about what's to come. And I had a date night with my husband, WHUT?!

What to do to get your writing mojo in motion

These last couple of weeks I’ve been engaged in the ever-compounding world of content creation. The sources are many but the workers are few; namely, just me. In some moments I sense momentum and harness that wily beast for as long as I possibly can, writing all the thoughts I have considered and all the data needed to substantiate, writing like the busy little bee I like to think I am.

My favorites from around the web (& then some)

This week... I mean, this week you guys. The subtitle here says it all. This week started with a realization on Monday morning that I had flaked in a MAJOR way by forgetting a dinner that we were supposed to attend over the previous weekend... at the pastor's home. (btw, sorry for saying "badass" in the same post where I write about my pastor)