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Summer body? Like where did that even come from. Let that go. We are not getting thicker or thinner. We are getting well. We are not asking for a new model, we just want to feel renewed and not faint from hot flashes. After a busy summer that is flying by way too fast, this […]

July is a month that represents freedom and independence. It is also my birthday month. It’s quite literally MY new year! I remember when I turned 40. I genuinely couldn’t believe it was me! I was the “Auntie” now. I was the “seasoned” employee. I was now the “play mama” instead of “play cousin.” I

“To love each other is to protect each other. To protect each other is to heal what tried to break us.” Sending our love to all the men/father’s this month and the men who support us on this journey. There is nothing worse than feeling “off” and trying to make someone else understand how you

“Mama, I just want you to know, lovin’ you is like food to my soul.” Boys II Men Honestly, Mother’s Day is bitter sweet for me. I didn’t have the opportunity to become a mom. I won’t be able to pass down good health, greater knowledge and transparency about aging. It wasn’t in the cards

“I learned to love myself unconditionally because I am a Queen.” India Arie Girl we are already losing 1 hour. Don’t lose any more time! Spring is a season of renewal. Flowers bloom, days are finally getting longer, and everything begins again. That all sounds good but if your hormones are imbalanced, and you are

It’s Women’s History month and as the heartbeat of the country, our foremothers carried families, responsibilities, stress and often the silent changes happening in their bodies. Many of them experienced weight gain, exhaustion, mood changes, and hormonal shifts without answers or support. They were told “You’re fine. You’re just getting old. It’s part of life.”

My Kisses are Red My Melanin Glows While Handling My Lady Business My joy and Self-love overflows   February is a month of love but for us, it’s so much more.  Black History Month reminds us to honor our ancestors, celebrate our resilience, and pour love into ourselves and the generations coming after us. Black

Girl, January used to give me anxiety! I’d come back from the holidays already exhausted, with pending long meetings, an inbox stacked to the brim, and a voicemail light blinking like it was mocking me. It felt like I was starting the new year somehow already behind. Then came the pressure. Everywhere you turned: “New