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Holiday Gifting for the Jamisons
Tis the season to be jolly… Or at-least that’s what the song says, while most or us are frantic, stressed and ready to take a BREAK!
I am definitely all of the aforementioned adjectives in regards to what tis season is. But I wanted to stop through and share with you all what Holiday Gifting looks like in the Jamison Household.
I have definitely learned some valuable lessons, identified what traditions we want to adopt long term, and what we can and will actively leverage the Plan, Do, Check and Adjust (PDCA) Cycle with. Some things take a bit tweaking before they naturally feel right.
So read my latest blog entry and let me know what #HolidayGifting rules/standards you have set for your household.
Women are SEXUAL Beings Too!
It's National Women’s Equality Day and yeah there is a lot of inequalities in regards to gender norms. This day was established in an era when women (not US) got their right to vote. I didn't want to bore you guys with a rant on the pay gap, the patriarchal roles of the family, the mansplaining or some other well documented problem in gender equality today. Nah, it was on my heart to let both women and men know....
Women are SEXUAL beings too! If you don't know me, you bout to get a deep dive in the fact that I don't believe in not getting my nut. Well not anymore. I know better. Ya'll tap into my most recent blog entry on this issue and let me know...
Are you still FAKING orgasms?
Covenant vs. Contract
Webster defines marriage as the legally or formally recognized union of two people as partners in a personal relationship...
Fifteen years ago today as I prepared to walk down the aisle to my "lifetime", here's an honest reflection of that day’s thoughts... I was mentally exhausted, underweight from the stress of planning and executing my wedding vision, and prayerful that this decision (marriage) had been confirmed by God and not by me, as many past failed relationships had been.
Tap into this blog post to find out why we chose a covenant versus contract marriage.
Ibiza Blue... Why NOT Watermelon?
Today I’m blue, Ibiza blue in fact, saddened because of the self realization that a simple picture brought to light. A friend posted this picture in our group chat and asked for initial thoughts. My initial thought was “country”.
The picture immediately evoked a reminder of my childhood… my grandmother cutting a ripe watermelon from her garden for me, my brother, and cousins, to eat as we sat on her front porch on a hot summer day. As soon as that memory came to mind, I also followed up with this disclaimer “… but I wouldn’t post this picture from my childhood memory, due to the negative imagery of Blacks eating watermelon.”
My statement is what caused the self analysis and resulting blues. Tap into the link in my bio to finish reading my blog post about my self reflection and moment of 'Reclaiming My Time' as Auntie Maxine boldly stated.
My Love Letter to Black Men
Happy Father's Day to Black Men!
Here's my love letter to Black men, We love you. I have had the privilege of having an entire village of men support me through every phase of my life. My letter will address each Black man and their role and impact in my life. This is my love letter to them and all Black men, in whatever fatherhood phase you’re in.
Texas Suburban Living
How in the world did a girl from Burnt Corn, AL end up in the suburbs of Waxahachie, TX? I tell you it wasn't sheer luck. It was aligned with God's favor and my Village. This move wasn’t done lightly. It was months of research on the school district and neighborhood in which we were eyeing. Long and sometimes exhaustive conversations about finances and modifications to our current day-to-day lifestyle; coupled with the stressors of being pregnant with a then six year-old, new dog and a non-existent spouse, due to work travel. It was the perfect storm, as God knew the Village was what I needed. I needed this to raise my sons with a support system that would also support my mental health and our marriage.
Tap in to my latest blog post about Texas Suburban Living and see how the Jamison Family ended up in their own Village in Waxahachie, TX.
Is Boy Mom Nudity Taboo?
This a throwback ya'll... Remember during the height of the pandemic when a Black mother forgot that virtual class meant cameras and eyes were projected all over your home. The home that used to be your sanctuary; you now had guests attuned to the comings and goings of the room and every inch of the space you chose as the classroom for your child. When a Black mother forgot that, because it was new to us all, and walked into her son's room NAKED! OMG, the internet went crazy and mom groups the like, had some very harsh opinions of this mother's choices. I didn't understand where the ridicule came from and so, I invite you to join me in a discussion about nudity in parenting...
Let’s Normalize Moms not Momming on Mother’s Day
Happy Mother's Day to All! 💮
This year I was nearing an exhaustion so my request for MDay celebration was for SPACE. I just wanted to be left alone. Which got me to thinking... Why is it so taboo for mom's to not mom on Mother's Day?
You want to read more about my request for the weekend?
My Reasons for Brokenness in Miscarriage
❗*EMOTIONAL TRIGGER WARNING* ❗
I am coming to you as naked as I know how with this post.
While writing, I realized my therapy journey is working. I am not as emotionally triggered as I would have been some years ago. I have FINALLY come to the realization I was in a full blown depression.
Kicking off #NationalMaternalDepressionAwarenessMonth, I want to share what triggered my depression. Maternal depression is something I speak about because it’s therapeutic for me to help another woman or family not feel as isolated as I felt in this journey.
I have had my fair share of miscarriages.
And it took me (or rather it is still taking me) over 13 years to realize I’m not broken. Why would women who had miscarriages think they’re broken? Let’s dive into the reasons why… Click the link in my bio to read the reasons why I felt broken in this blog post!
Can Black Women have Black Only Spaces?
I am decompressing from Easter weekend and the regular woes of life and
*takes looooong sip of wine*
I am wondering why Black women can't have safe spaces?
This is REALLY relevant now that I'm taking my blogging Life Work full-time. As we all know social media has become a platform to curate spaces for just about anything. You can have a page or group dedicated to moms of furry babies, moms that breastfeed, Black moms that breastfeed, etc. I have seen groups for people living with fibromyalgia and those who want to learn about essentials oils and living with fibromyalgia.
In those spaces, people generally respect the rules of engagement. Usually within these spaces, especially for groups, the person(s) that created the space has a list of questions that you must answer in order to join the group. Most groups labeled “Black” come with a clear question of 'Are you Black/African American/African descent?'