As babies, they can't verbally express themselves. Their only form of communication is crying. As they grow older into toddlers and kids, they can better say what is bothering them. However, that does not mean they are emotionally aware. They can say what is bothering them, but they can't quite yet identify the emotion that… Continue reading Raising an Emotionally Aware Child
I get this question so often about how my skin is so clear and smooth. I even have people ask what kind of makeup I wear (I don’t wear any, btw). The number one thing to have clear skin is to drink tons of water. It helps to detox and purify the body, ridding it… Continue reading Nightly Skincare Routine
I was never afraid to die until I had Malakhai. Now all I can’t hink about is what will happen if I’m not here? How will he survive? Granted I know the answers but I don’t want Malakhai to have to live in a world as a child without his mother. I never want to… Continue reading Death Becomes Me
Khai went to stay with his dad for a few hours yesterday. Let’s have a moment of silence for how much growth that took me. I know how important it is for a black boy to have his father active in his life. Saturday was also an important day for his dad and his family.… Continue reading Turning Over a New Leaf
Single mom life can get pretty damn dry, Sahara Desert dry. I’m talking about sex. Being single is hard, being a mom isn’t hard, but not having sex is even harder. I miss the feel of a man and the way his hands would hold and caress me. The tender kisses. Our bodies rhythmically rubbing… Continue reading Celibate 8+ Months
Saturday, Malakhai and I went to a class at MyGym. It’s a little gym for our tiny humans. There were about six other little tykes there. We began with some warm ups then stretches with out minis. Afterwards, we had free time to roam around the gym and enjoy all that they had. There were… Continue reading MyGym @ Atascocita
So, Malakhai has reached that age that he wants to touch any and everything. I open the fridge, he has to touch everything in the door. Anything I have in my hand, he has to touch. I figured it was time to start some sensory activities, and I can’t wait to continue this series. I… Continue reading Sensory Time: DIY Paint
This thought has run through my head time and time again, sometimes all day. When Malakhai gets older, will he hate me? If you've been following the blog for a while, you know that Khai's dad and I don't have the best relationship. In fact, we don't have a relationship at all. We don't coparent.… Continue reading Will He Hate Me?