1. The Raw & Real Series: Breathe Fire

      When a woman speaks her truth, she breathes fire. A fire that burns down the lies Scorches through façades and Lights up the dark nights living in her soul. When a woman speaks her truth She b$tch slaps shame, regret, and self-sacrifice. Her tongue becomes a flame. Her voice, gasoline. She spits truth like red-hot embers burning down Generations of "making it work," "Making do," and "overc…Read More

  2. The Raw & Real Series: Feeding My Soul

    I’m excited.  And a bit nervous.  Everyone knows me as Doctor Venus, the Millionaire Mentor. And if you’ve been following my blog, you know I’ve been struggling with what to call myself, ever since the emergency hysterectomy turned my world upside down.  I'm starting fresh. I'm starting new. I'm starting from a whole different place. I’m starting over.  I have a new brand—a new direc…Read More

  3. The Raw & Real Series: New Beginnings.

    THIS is a time of new beginnings!  In just 4 weeks, I’m moving to sunny, beautiful San Diego! Dallas has been my home for 15 years, but it wasn’t the city I chose. I came here because of work … not because it called to my heart.  But San Diego is my choice! And I’m SO excited.  I’m going to give you a “virtual” tour of my new condo on the 29th floor.  As you come in the front doo…Read More

  4. The Raw & Real Series: Limbo

    “How are you holding yourself?” Someone asked me that question after the hysterectomy. He said, “I hear how generous and loving you are with how you hold your mom up with respect to how she was and what she did … and it made me wonder, how are you holding yourself?” He was talking about the way I choose to understand Momma, and the things she did to me as a child. (You can read more abou…Read More

  5. The Raw and Real Series: Lonely

    I combed my hair today. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but I consider it a small triumph. I mean, my doctor gave me permission to bathe. It’s the little things, right? I am so tired. My energy is super low. I’ve been struggling (hard!) with nausea and vomiting, since the procedure. I have no appetite, and I’m losing weight. But I’m better than yesterday, I think, when I was dealing wi…Read More

  6. The Raw & Real Series: All the Little Pieces

    The emergency hysterectomy is over. Just like that … they took my uterus out. Gone. #f$ckyoufibroids My body is healing pretty—thank you Jesus. #godisfaithful Really, though, it’s not the healing of the incisions that’s the challenge. Almost all the stitches are on the inside. There are only three on the outside: one in my belly button and one on each side of my belly. One of those two is …Read More

  7. The Raw & Real Series: Powerless

    It’s the day before my hysterectomy. I feel … suspended. In nothingness. Nanna is here. (Isn’t she always, when I am in my greatest need? #blessed) Happy is in doggie daycare. I figured now is the perfect time to get him some training, since I won’t be able to take him for walks or take care of him the way he deserves for a bit. My mind is all over the place. My emotions change from minute…Read More

  8. The Raw & Real Series:Nothing

    In my last post, I talked about how I trapped the momma in me in a box, so she could never hurt anyone the way I was hurt.   What I didn’t tell you is that I wrapped that box in chains and buried it at the bottom of the sea. Where no one would find her … Where she couldn’t hurt anyone. I never expected anyone to let her out. But now that she’s free, I am forced to think about her. And whe…Read More

  9. The Raw & Real Series: in a Box

    Motherhood. One word—a million emotions. A million more, since the hysterectomy. In my last post, I talked about how I never thought I’d have a baby, because I was determined to never act out the violence I knew growing up on another soul. #realtalk: If you've been hurt the way I've been, you don't f%ck around with it. You just don’t. I don't f$ck around with hurting people I love. I’ll le…Read More

  10. The Raw & Real Series: Dragon Tattoo Part 2

    (Read Part 1 here.) Until all that was left was ME. God answered my prayer. And when He did, I had to let go of EVERYTHING I thought I had to hold onto in order to be loved. My body. My marriage. My hair. The friends who didn't give a fuck about me. And it was an awakening. Because my loyalty— coupled with my NEED to be useful—wouldn’t allow me to see what was right in front of me. Even wors…Read More