Dear Sis, When it comes to becoming our best selves, part of that means giving back. It's not just about grooming who we are mentally, spiritually and physically, but it's also about how we contribute to the world around us. Our parents have been the BEST models when it comes to selflessness and benevolence. Last fall, they packed their bags and headed to Lesotho, a landlocked country within South Africa. They were on a mission to minister and change lives, no matter the sac

Dear Sis, I'm just going to come out and say it... I'm impatient. Don't gasp at me! It's rude! It's not something I'm proud of, but girl -- it's just the dang-on truth! Plus, it's not my fault. I blame technology. Need a new outfit?? Google it, pay for it and it ships the next day. Need an in-home concert? Pandora at your service. Dinner reservations, like NOW? There's an app for that too. Any and every thing is at our fingertips. Except, when it comes to accomplishing goal

Dear Sis, I'm not going to lie... this week had me asking "What the F?!..."!! And no, it's not the word you're thinking! (Shaking my head! Lol) I'm talking about FEAR! Have you ever had that one annoying friend who somehow always finds a way to sashay her way into your space? I mean, every time you turn around, there she is! Well, this week's little annoyance was named FEAR. She was literally everywhere and wouldn't leave me or my homegirls alone! Earlier this week, m

Dear Sis, Ok, I know what you're thinking -- "Did she just tell me to shut up?!" And, the answer is: yes. YES, I did. But, you know I didn't mean it! Especially not in the neck rolling, attitude-drenched tone you initially envisioned. That "shut up!" was written in the sometimes-hard-to-comprehend language of tough love, in which I am fluent in. This letter is about complaining. All of us do it, but few of us acknowledge how much power it has over us. Complaining is like an i

Dear Sis, We are what we do repeatedly excellence therefore is not an act but a habit. -Aristotle- The first time I ever heard this quote was at my sister's middle school chorus concert. She and her classmates sang a song that repeated the phrase over and over. After the concert, I found myself singing the song on the ride home... even weeks later at school, in my room and at church. The song wasn't particularly catchy, but there was something about THAT song that stuck wit