Floral Storytelling

Growing up, Thanksgiving was my loophole holiday — the one time of year where I could eat every sweet in the house without a single side-eye from my mama. Sweet potato pie, pound cake, peach cobbler, banana pudding… baby, I would go from plate to plate like it was my assignment. My heart was full, my stomach was fuller, and somehow the sweetness always tasted better because the house was full of people. I didn’t know it then, but that’s the real recipe of Thanksgiving: a litt

A reflection on 40, friendship, and finding peace in the bloom

Not just because we were legally freed- but because we are still unlearning what it means to be mentally, emotionally, and spiritually free.