I wrote this 3 years ago after Women's Day... Sometimes I surprise myself. Good to know that my dreams are still valid. Enjoy.
While full grown women were celebrating their day yesterday, I received a number of calls and text messages wishing me a happy Women’s Day and telling me what
I've lost count of how many times I've read this story. I've read it so many times that the page is fading... Unfortunately, the author is unknown. I've decided to share it here before it's completely lost... I hope it touches you the same way it did to me.
The #UGbloggers7Days is quite a challenge. But some people do live for a challenge and I would love to think of myself as one of these people. I missed writing. I missed the feedback from the special breed that take time off their busy schedules to read my musings and
OK! Let's see... I had (still have) writer's block, beat maker's block, I can't workout as often and as hard as I would love to, otherwise by now; I would be what someone would call a fitness godess. My nails are chipped, my locks have an afro, growth for
As a woman, you would think that after your purse is snatched by the goons; having to replace your phone is top priority but nope. I learned the hard way.
I woke up the following morning sore, feeling like a trainwreck, having overslept because my alarm didn't go off, jumped into