• When Busyness is all up in my Business

    Do y’all remember that Ludacris song, Rollout?  I hope not.  But if you’re like me…and you do, I still play the line in my head that says, “Get up out my business, my business.”   That’s about the only line in that song that resonates with my 35 year old, mom of four, business owning, entrepreneur chasing, butter slinging self.  And by butter, I mean the real kind that you find in my potatoes.  Not the on fiyah, hot, sik, radical urban dictionary definition of butta, like I know you were thinking. Here lately there’s so much I need to just get up out my business, and I’m not talking about my…

  • A Breath

    I picked up my phone to see it was 5 a.m., I rolled over to realize she wasn’t in the bed with me.  It was mid June and when we arrived at our hotel in Indiana, it was booked full for the night.  And of course, the air conditioner didn’t work, so a big commercial fan hummed me back to sleep.  She’s a grown woman and I figured she had just gotten up to go to the bathroom.  In the bed beside me was my other friend, Savannah.  She was out, along with her sweet, round faced 9 month old next to her. Next thing I knew it was 7…

  • Hosting her Heart

    I woke her up early, the rest of the house was still asleep.  She put her clothes on that we had laid out the night before and then slipped into my room.  “Mom”, I heard as she opened the bathroom door.  She squeezed me tight and watched as I put my contacts in.  Then she slid open my jewelry drawer and picked up the gold bracelet she had made me from the kit she had received at Christmas.  It was loud and completely clashed with my green sweater and simple silver necklace I had on.  She slid it on my wrist and then pulled my arm so I would lean…