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    A Love Letter to Fat Black Women

    I have been fat my whole life. I don’t ever remember a time where my weight was not an issue.    Nope, not ever.    Recently, I learned that folks that suffer trauma repress a lot of memories and protectively forget harmful ones. So conveniently and self-lovingly I can’t remember a whole lot growing up. But, from the time I was about eight years old until now, I’ve known fat to mean something ugly to a lot of people. Fat was always something you called people as a means to demean them, never to compliment.    At eight years old I went on my first diet. I will never forget…

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    I’m so proud of you, me.

      Play and listen along.  For my niece Jania.  Almost three months ago now I resigned from my job with the local government. With that came a lot of questions from others about why and why now. I didn’t have a whole lot of answers and honestly didn’t feel the need to explain beyond, “God said”. For the first time in my life, I didn’t ask anyone what they thought I should do. I didn’t tell a soul, not even my closest friends I was quitting. I didn’t want anyone’s opinion or to talk myself out of God’s plan.  After I sent that email to my boss, I felt so…

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    Sometimes I still feel unworthy

    **Trigger warning this includes stories about adult and childhood sexual abuse** Play and listen along  I‘ve avoided writing this because I didn’t feel like crying today. But this week of mercury[merchurry] retrograding has triggered tf out of me.  Reminded me of the traumas that are buried so deep, sometimes I forget their there because  there are parts of me that are still painfully difficult to believe.  Sometimes I still feel unworthy.  32 with the world at her feet. Sometimes I still feel unworthy and it makes me feel so weak.  At 32, there are some things you could not pay me to believe. Like how some people struggle with imposter…

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    I loved him, but he did not want to be loved.

    Play and listen along, there’s always more to the story on audio.  A couple of Saturday mornings ago I randomly called my cousin Kevin in Jacksonville and asked him what he was up to that day. I didn’t have Zora and wanted to make some grown a– folks plans. He said come on down cuz, we’re going to brunch. Hello somebody! Cause one thing about me and cuz one thing we gon always do is eat some good a– food.  Sitting around at Kev’s with his besties after brunch, Kevin started talking about Yoda Pebbles, his beloved dog-son. Now let me tell ya’ll this man loves himself some of that…

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    I Believe I Deserve

    Hit play and listen along  Notes on rest, reciprocity, productivity, celebration and affirmation.   I sat in the black plastic chair in urgent care, with my right foot twisted around the metal legs, the grooves of my shoes scratching the time away, waiting patiently for the nurse practitioner to return. I anxiously texted Kaneisha every detail. Fever high, blood pressure high, their getting samples of my urine and may need stool too. I know I’m not pregant, you got to be having the sex to get pregnant. They’re asking me to take a covid test. I don’t think I need that, but I’ll do it. They’ve shoved this GD damn…

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    In the midNIGHT Hour

    In the midNight hour is a one night only cosmic Soul Work Rx galactic call into the stratosphere of your soul. It’s for men and women equipped to sift through the wilderness and into the light. A night of euphoria and awakening of your true power. Visionary Dominique Mack leads us into the divine with groundings, language, downloads and strategy.  Doors open at 11:00pm  Location: Jekyll Island Convention Center  Tickets on Sale NOW:  General Admission $49.99 entrance into the ‘in the midNIGHT hour’ experience.  All COVID-19 precautions will be strictly enforced: temperature checks, masks, and social distance. midNight Hour Tickets General Admission $49.99 USD

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    It’s Open Season.

    Read and Listen Along  Last Thursday afternoon, on a whim I invited my sister Cece to lunch. Me and Cece have actually never gone to lunch. We are both too busy all the time from running businesses, to being mothers, partners and everything else in between. But, I listened to what felt like was right for me to do. I called Cece. And she said yes to going to my new favorite Thai place in town. I was feening for Thai Iced Tea + Drunken Noodles. Turns out the Thai place was closed, so of course I found myself twirling the aisles of TJ MAXX. Cause let’s be honest it’s…

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    Application + Implementation

    Read and listen along My absolute favorite quote from my grandmother is: “The one thing nobody can take from you is an education.” They can take away a car, a house, a man, a woman. But, nobody can take away what you know.  In conversation with a new dear friend Taylor, I received this message for the times.  The second act of what my grandmother was teaching me is application. You can have all the knowledge and know how and do nothing with it. What good is it to know something and not apply it? The rest of 2020 is about application and implementation.  The hardest part of soul work…

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    Sometimes I get weary

    Listen and Read along Last Wednesday evening, naked and wrapped in my favorite cream colored comforter, I let out a wail so deep inside I didn’t even know it existed.  It was a cosmic and euphoric cry.  All the matter had combined and compounded into a nucleus that I could not ignore.  It started the day before from a voice note from my sister Derrika. She said, “You don’t know how much you model for people that the life they desire is possible. You don’t know the magnitude of how you inspire people to move out of fear.”  I spontaneously uttered an emotional cry, “Thank you. It is lonely” So…