Love Letter #69 | Hit the Snooze Button

The same way you set time for particular things in your calendar – same way you should set time for certain people. Do not give them complete access to you. Do not give them all of your time.

Love Letter #68 |Blackness

Our blackness goes way beyond our ancestors being enslaved. It goes way beyond the enslaved mentality. It goes way beyond our complexion. It is about honouring the past of hurt but it is also about embracing the talent, the artistry, the brilliance and the overall beauty of people who are black.

We are Queens and we are Kings and we are beautiful.

We must teach our children about more than just a laundry list of iconic black people. We owe it to them.

Love Letter #67 | Walk Out Of Those Sandals!

In stressful situations, find a positive response and keep it moving. The alternative response might not be ideal but it won’t last forever. Keep that in the back of your mind and be comforted.

Love Letter 63 | Raking Leaves in Wind

No matter how fool-proof your technique is, the wind can sway your efforts. It’s a matter of how you make your technique work for you despite the environment.

Love Letter #62 | I Almost Missed the Bus

Never become lazy because you know that other options are there. Work towards the first option first and then … if that doesn’t work, you consider the others.

Love Letter #61 | I Jumped Again

Believing in yourself is necessary and important. That belief is part of the reason you will jump. If you doubt your every being, you won’t ever move.

Love Letter #60 | Hot Soup

Multitasking is not efficient. All it does is segment the fullness of your attention and leaves you attempting to complete multiple tasks at once. If you focus on one thing at a time, your efficiency and productivity will improve.

Love Letter #59 | PTSD After Falling In the Pedestrian Crossing

As we start 2020, let us not focus on the negatives that slowed our progress. Let us, instead, focus on how we use trauma to push us into greater dealings.
May this new year find you or direct you in and towards greatness. May this new year see us conwuering fears, getting over hurdles and brushing that dirt off.

Let us not become victims of our hurt. Let us, instead, be triumphant.

Happy New Year.

Love Letter #58 | I Fruit Ninja’d My Hand

Your first and second bad situations help to prepare you for the third and fourth.
Your third and fourth bad situations help to prepare you for your fifth and sixth.
The cycle continues and you’ll be alright.

The Night Baker | Altering the Recipe

As the flawed beings that we are, we sometimes forget to work towards achieving balance. We get sidetracked with achieving so much that we focus all our energy on the end product and not the individual aspects that add up (the ingredients).
Yes, we want the A-plus product but the ingredients have to be just right.

Suburban Telegram #2 – 3| Search

We all have a “something” that we search for. We may or may not find it. But the fact remains that in our search, we will learn about ourselves.

Suburban Telegram #1 | Pain

Pain, in its many forms, is inevitable.
What we do with the experience of pain will determine how we move forward.

Love Letter #56 | Bees Pitched On Me

Don’t be so eager to shake when nature comes to you without a struggle. This is a lesson to slow down and engage with what’s in front of you. Of course, you don’t want to put yourself in harm’s way. But, be more conscious. The sweeter things, the good luck and the monetary gains will come. Trust the process. You just have to continue to prepare yourself for nature to help build the reality you want.

Love Letter #52 | Jump!

In the end, you are the one who will have to jump. No one can jump for you. Yes, your encouragers can jump with you but unlocking your awesomeness is your responsibility.

Love Letter #43 | Moving forward

As I see it, the experience of death stays. Even as I go through the stages of grief, I take my dead loved ones (guardian angels) with me in my going and coming.

Love letter 21 | Candice Kristen II? / Juniorette?

Like mother like daughter? Dear World, This is probably the shortest letter that I’ve written to you to date. I don’t like talking too much all the time for your information. I’ve been told by some of your natives that it’s taboo or pretty close to being taboo if a mother names her daughter after…