No Body Shaming: 3 Ways I Can Love On My Body This Summer #Summer17Writing : Day 7

Ever look at an old picture of yourself where you THOUGHT you were “fat” and wish you could be fat again like you were in that picture? That’s how I feel about the picture above. I was 27-years-old, single, and struggled BIG TIME with my body image.

When I first found out I was pregnant I told my friend Resheida that I was going do everything to ensure I didn’t gain too much weight. She immediately lashed at me saying “I will NOT let you body shame yourself!”. BODY SHAME MYSELF. In that moment I realized I’d body shamed myself for YEARS, as if the pressure to be perfect from society wasn’t enough. Want to know a secret? It wasn’t long ago that I literally asked God to give me confidence to love my body at whatever size it is. I haven’t mastered it completely, but I’m almost there. Read More…

My Solo Summer Book Club #Summer17Writing : Day 5

Welcome to Day 5 of “21 Days of Summer Writing Challenge”. Today we’re sharing what books we’re burying ourselves in this summer.

I used to be able to start and finish a book within 3 days. But thanks to life, adulthood, bills, marriage, etc., it takes me YEARS to finish one book. Okay, not years but definitely weeks. Welp, along with the many challenges I’ve taken on this summer, I’m challenging myself to read a book per month this summer. Here are my three. Read More…

My Mood Ring #SelfCare #Summer17Writing : Day 4

I absolutely LOVE today’s writing prompt of the “21 Days of Summer” Writing Challenge:

If you put on a mood ring right now what color would it be and why?

The term self-care has been OVER used in the last two years. But since I love what it stands for I’ve found myself using the hashtag when getting a pedicure or indulging in a book, etc. However, it wasn’t until today that I used self-care as a act of checking in on my emotions.  Read More…

Allow Me to “Reintroduce Myself” Video #Summer17Writing : Day 3

Drama at its finest. It was destined, lol.

Welcome to Day 3 of #Summer17Writing. My sis Siren and I created this challenge because we were in a creative slump and wanted to create more content. We’re so happy for those who have joined us.

Today’s writing prompt: Name one thing you can do in the next 3 weeks that will bring you closer to your business or academic goals.

I almost feel guilty naming one when I know it’s over 100 things I should have BEEN completed to get me closer to my business goals, but here it goes: Film “Reintroduce Myself” video. Let me explain.

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Becoming the Woman of God My Child Needs Me to Be #Summer17Writing : Day 2

Mommy. Me. Mother-in-Love

Mommy. Me. Mother-in-Love

They say motherhood begins at conception. They ain’t never lied.

The moment I discovered I was pregnant I began to alter my lifestyle. I now opt for a natural beauty routine, because what we put on our skin goes into our bloodstream. I’ll never understand why although I knew this fact I never switched up my products until now. I make sure I take my prenatal vitamins everyday (I live with a huge amount of guilt the few times I forget) and drink plenty of water. I would brag on the fact that I stopped eating sweets, but I had nothing to do with that decision. Talk about food aversions. Unlike me, Baby Carpenter despises desserts. SOS. But for the most part I intentionally changed a lot of things. Steve and I have even started having conversations about the type of music we will play around our child, because true me, it matters.

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Once Upon a Summer in Chicago When Everybody Was Alive #Summer17Writing : Day 1


As a child the last day of school was always the best day of my life after Christmas.

It would begin in late spring when summer would tease us with the glory of what was to come. When bubble coats and wools hats no longer served their purpose. We’d shed off our extra layers and run out to recess. Spring fever was at an all time high as teachers and students struggled to finish the year strong. The last school bell on the last day of school signified that we’d made it. Grey skies, snowstorms, and freezing temperatures were officially a thing of the past. Our future was bright with summer camp, bussing open the fire hydrant, choke sandwiches, chasing ice cream truck, pickles & sunflower seeds, a family trip down South, and the grand finale would be the Bud Biliken Parade.

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5 Reasons “All Eyez On Me” Wasn’t the Lifetime Disaster We All Thought It Would Be



I can’t be the only one who saw the comments on social media. If I’m honest I must admit I agreed. After seeing the trailer for All Eyez On Me to be quite frank, we weren’t impressed. Maybe because it was Tupac. TUPAC. I emphasize his name, because sometimes the world of cinema has a way of producing extremely TERRIBLE biopics for the celebrities we cherish the most. From Aaliyah: The Princess of R&B to Whitney, we realized these production companies weren’t loyal and desperately waited for someone to get it right (shout out to B.E.T. for The New Edition Story). Welp, it’s safe to say you can’t judge a movie by it’s trailer (see what I did there?), because All Eyez On Me was phenomenal. I give it 4 out of 5 stars. Here are 5 reasons why:

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I’m Hurting And God Still Wants To Use Me


“In Japan, broken objects are often repaired with gold. The flaw is seen as a unique piece of the object’s history, which adds to its beauty.” -Unknown Photo Source: Pinterest

*taps mic*

Is this thing on?

*blows dust off blog*

I haven’t posted since January. Why? I felt like I didn’t have anything to say, which leads to another “Why?”. Because I was hurting.

Last year I filmed a video entitled “Dear God Where’s My Baby?” in which I poured my heart out about the struggle I was having in waiting on God’s perfect timing to open my womb. Can I be honest? After the video things got really bad. I did and said some things that I’m not proud of. I lived in a tormented state of confusion as the doctors reported that they found NOTHING wrong with my husband and I. On many days I wondered if it was possible for my hurt to sink lower. I found out it was as I sat on the couch one day with tears streaming down my face as I told my husband I no longer had the desire to live. More tears stream down as I type this, because I can’t believe how low I was.

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