1. No Relationship with God/NO $$$$

    As part of my tribe, you may have recently heard me talk about dissolving the distance between you and Spirit, to become a Black Woman Millionaire™. But what does that really mean, exactly?? It means you ARE God. God is you. #stickwithme If you really start to embody that you truly are God—then all that’s left is dissolving the distance between you and Spirit. It’s About Letting Spirit Mov…Read More

  2. Celebrating Independence

    I love July! July represents independence. #Freedom!! Officially, we know July 4 commemorates the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on the same day in 1776, when the United States officially became its own nation. #holla #lovemycountry And we celebrate! We party, right?? Of course, we are grateful to those who have defended our country to KEEP us FREE. We get together with family, friend…Read More

  3. For All the Single Mommas … Who Are Mother AND Father

    For All the Single Mommas … Who Are Mother AND Father I was raised by two single moms (at separate times) - Momma and Nanna. Here’s a photo of them both walking across graduation stage at Stanford, and another in the Rodin Sculpture Garden. #iamloved It was a lot for each of them, in different ways. Momma was taking care of her four siblings AND her own four kids. Nanna was just getting by on …Read More

  4. For My Dad

    Last weekend was Father’s Day. For me, there’s only one small problem: I don't know who my dad is. I don’t know what he looks like. Here’s a stock photo I found. In my imaginings, I think he might look a bit like a poet— lean and tall, with deep, intelligent eyes, and high cheekbones (what we on the streets would term a “pretty mf”—with swag for days!). Here’s what I DO know: He …Read More

  5. God The Father

    Last month, I honored Mommas. Now, it’s time to appreciate and acknowledge the brothers and fathers among us who love us.   For me, that starts with God.   Momma always took us to church. All my life, I have memories of being part of one. The denomination was irrelevant. The church provided food, clothing, babysitting, vacation bible school, after-school programs, etc. I even had my …Read More

  6. For Uncle Jesse

    This month, I’ve featured mothers on the blog, to acknowledge the impact they have made. But today, I want to make sure to acknowledge the MEN who mother us, as well. Generally, women are considered natural "mothers," thereby "nurturers." In fact, a number of us have been nurtured by fathers, brothers, pastors, and uncles. The man who has "mothered" me the most in my life is my Uncle Jesse. Uncl…Read More

  7. For Nanna

    If you’re part of my tribe (and you are, because you’re here reading this!), you probably know my story. And if you know my story, then you know about Nanna. And if you know about Nanna, then you know she saved my live. That’s why I want to honor her today, with this post, during this month of celebrating Mothers. As you probably know, at 16, I was living on the mean streets of Baltimore ami…Read More

  8. For Ivy

    For Ivy Meet my friend—my baby sister—Ivy Moore. Yes, she is my biological sister (same momma, different daddy) … she’s also one of my closest friends and trusted colleagues … and she is hands down one of the FUNNIEST, most brilliant moms I know!   Ivy and I (along with my older sister and my brother) were taught from a very young ago to take care of each other. And we do, still to this…Read More

  9. For Momma

    Every May, we celebrate Mother’s Day. This year, I want to take a moment to thank Momma. (I know she won’t see this post, but I’m thanking her anyway.) Now, if you know my story, right now you’re probably goin’, “Whoa, girl! What in the world do you have to thank her for?? Didn’t she throw you out on the streets? Didn’t she hurt you??” Yes. She did. But she was also the vessel th…Read More

  10. Black Women Artists as Entrepreneurs Part 4 – Oprah

    I don’t even know where to start when it comes to Oprah—one of the richest and most powerful women in the entertainment industry today. Talk about a sister I can relate to! Oprah was born in Mississippi, into extreme poverty (we’re talkin’ potato sacks for dresses, sis … for real. And if you know my story, you know I also know what it’s like to be hungry!). Like me, she was neglected b…Read More