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The holidays are always complicated for me. Every December brings a flood of memories and emotions that I’d rather keep tucked away. Christmas was my mother’s favorite holiday, and her birthday falls just a few days before it. If she were still alive, she’d be turning 82 this year. Instead, I’m left remembering that in February 1998, I found her after she chose to end her own life. She warned so many people the night before, but no one reached out to me until it was too late. It’s something I still struggle to fully comprehend. Since then, December through February has become this long, heavy stretch of time where I find myself missing her, feeling her absence in every twinkling light and familiar holiday tune.

As the calendar turns to a new month, there's an undeniable sense of anticipation—a fresh chapter beckons, brimming with promise and possibility. May arrives adorned with blooming flowers and lengthening days, inviting us to embrace its offerings with open hearts. It's a season of renewal, an opportunity to turn the page and embark on a new journey.

Embarking on the entrepreneurial journey is akin to setting sail on a vast ocean, brimming with promise and adventure. Yet, as with any voyage, there are bound to be storms along the way. And for me, the decision to close the doors of my business after 26 years marked the end of a tumultuous but deeply fulfilling chapter in my life.

Two years ago, I stumbled upon a timeless tradition that has since become an integral part of my daily life – African waist beads. These vibrant strands of beads, worn snugly around the waist, have not only transformed my sense of style but also brought a newfound sense of empowerment and confidence into my world.

Ah, Earth Month – that time of year when we all come together to celebrate the planet we call home and pledge to be a little kinder to Mother Nature. As a self-proclaimed hippie environmentalist, I've always had a soft spot for Earth Day and all things eco-friendly. But let's be real – being environmentally responsible can be a bit of a trip, man. Here's a peek into my groovy world of green living and the quirky ways I do my part to save the planet, one recycled kombucha bottle at a time.

Ever feel like your brain is a wild rodeo bull, bucking and kicking with a million thoughts at the crack of dawn? That's my daily wake-up call! As a self-proclaimed Renaissance woman, I live for the thrill of the early morning rodeo that is my mind.

As an African American with roots tracing back to West Africa, the desire to connect with my heritage has always been a profound longing. Growing up, I learned about the struggles and triumphs of my ancestors, yet the details of our history were often shrouded in mystery. Several years ago, my journey to explore my roots led me to South Africa, a country rich in culture and history.  My quest for connection doesn't end there, however. Now, I yearn to embark on a transformative journey to Ghana, a land steeped in the poignant history of the transatlantic slave trade.

Last Friday I decided to host a movie night extravaganza with my nine energetic grandkids, ranging from tiny tots to a towering teen. Armed with pizza, popcorn, and enough candy to give Willy Wonka a run for his money, I dimmed the lights and hit play on my all-time favorite movie, "The Wizard of Oz." Little did I know, I was about to embark on a rollercoaster ride of chaos, laughter, and more shenanigans than a circus in a blender!

Embarking on the journey of starting over is a challenge in itself, but for black women like me, it often means navigating through a maze of systemic biases that threaten to impede progress at every turn. As I confront the daunting trifecta of racism, sexism, and ageism in my pursuit of a fresh start, the need to address these pervasive forms of discrimination becomes increasingly urgent.

Life has taken a wild turn! After being the boss lady of my own gig for over 25 years, I find myself back in the rat race, navigating the treacherous waters of interviews, cubicles, and colleagues half my age.  Thankfully, it's been a journey filled with more laughs than tears – though there've been plenty of those too!

Greetings, fellow adventurers, and welcome to the crazy tale of my journey -- starting over later in life. Picture this: a single, over-50 (actually WAY over 50!), Black woman with a heart full of wanderlust, a knack for comedic timing, and a laundry list of businesses under her belt - children's entertainment company, maid service, cake decorating, transcription service, financial aid consulting firms, natural parenting store, cloth diaper line, reselling business, t-shirt venture, waist bead parties, and business consulting gigs. Yes, you read that right—I've dabbled in just about everything under the sun, and let me tell you, the ride has been nothing short of a sidesplitting rollercoaster of mishaps, misadventures, and a whole lot of laughs.

In a world that often demands specialization, there's something truly liberating about embracing the spirit of a Renaissance woman. It's about embodying versatility, curiosity, and an insatiable thirst for knowledge across a spectrum of passions and pursuits. And as I reflect on my own journey, I find myself resonating deeply with this timeless archetype.