I consider myself a gamer. I enjoy playing games. Ever since my uncle Michael gifted us his Atari way back in the 80s, I have enjoyed playing games.

Loving and living this life in Seattle
I consider myself a gamer. I enjoy playing games. Ever since my uncle Michael gifted us his Atari way back in the 80s, I have enjoyed playing games.
One tradition I have grown to absolutely love and cherish over the past five years is an annual trip to the pumpkin patch!
I have officially reached the age where I find myself complaining about the music of this generation. It sounds like noise? Yep. These kids don’t know what good music is? Yep. These lyrics are garbage? Yep. I have said all of the above. When did I turn into my mom? I don’t know. But here we are.
Unless you’re living under a rock, you know Beyonce has been on a world tour all summer. Forget hot girl summer, it’s been a Bey girl summer.
Having boundaries is simply a way of saying this is what I’m okay with and this is what I’m not okay with. Setting boundaries helps us to protect our personal space, our physical and mental health, and our safety and security.
The month of September brings a lot of change. For all of us it marks the end of summer, may she rest in peace. For some of us it means the start of school and the return to routine. That’s not my story but I see ya’ll. For me and my sorority sisters, it means it’s time to get back to the business of serving our greater Seattle community.
I have been on a mission to create my own Sunday funday experiences. I have several friends who call Dallas home and I swear they are always having the most fun on Sunday afternoons and evenings.
One of the best things about living in a coastal state is you can wake up one morning and decide to spend the day at the ocean. I love a me a day at the ocean.
I am really asking myself why my love of writing and sharing my thoughts has not translated into the discipline necessary to maintain a writing and publishing schedule on this blog.
Through no fault of its own, Valentine’s Day has become the holiday that people love to hate. Sure, it is a highly commercialized exercise in romantic displays and overtures. The pressure to get it right is stress-inducing and things rarely live up to the hype we place on the day. But that is no reason …