Category: Coffee Is My Thing
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Coffee with Lady Flava: Coffee with Lady Flava
Some chapters of life close quietly, not with anger or disappointment, but with gratitude. Over a cup of coffee this morning, I found myself reflecting on the people who walk into our lives at just the right time—and how sometimes the greatest gift from a season isn’t the work we did, but the friendships we…
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ASipOfFlava|The Sky. The Birds. The Squirrels and Trees
Sometimes self-care isn’t complicated. Sometimes it’s simply looking out the window, sipping coffee, and watching the birds remind you to breathe.
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ASipOfFlava|Today I Went Into Clinic
Today I went back into clinic for the first time in 2.5 months. It felt good to put on work clothes — and my signature leopard — but it also showed me exactly where I need to rebuild. Some days aren’t about proving strength. They’re about listening to your body. Sip sip ☕ New post…
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ASipOfFlava|When Alignment Feels Like Peace
It was cloudy outside… but something shifted inside. No big announcements. No fireworks. Just a conversation that felt aligned. A day that reminded me that being seen matters. Sometimes the gray skies don’t get to decide your mood. 🌫️🌻
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ASipOfFlava|Where My Seasoned Sisters and Brothers At?
Are we evolving… or just trying to keep up? Where are my seasoned folks at? Let’s talk. ☕
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ASipOfFlava|Mixed Nuts & A Dark Chocolate Bar
Cowboy Coffee in hand… Mixed nuts on standby… And a dark chocolate bar that may or may not survive the morning. 🤫 Let’s talk snacks, balance, and the “small bowl” illusion we all pretend works. Tuesday A Sip of Flava is light, honest, and just a little mischievous. Are you an indulger… or an avoider?
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ASipOfFlava| I Miss Getting Dressed for Work
Two months at home… and I realized something. I don’t miss the phones. I don’t miss the commute. I miss the red coat. This Saturday A Sip of Flava is about healing, identity, and why sometimes getting dressed isn’t vanity… it’s vitality. ☕️🌻
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ASipOfFlava| A 65 year old Empath
Some of us feel everything — people, places, shifts we can’t quite name. At 65, I’m learning how to protect my energy without closing my heart. Pull up a chair… let’s sip coffee and talk about what it means to be an empath. ☕️🌻

