Category: Coffee With Lady Flava
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ASipOfFlava|Trusting Myself
A Sip of Flava Learning to Sit With Myself As I age, I value keeping my thoughts close—processing them quietly before I ever speak them aloud. Writing has become my way of understanding myself, instead of reacting in the moment. Once upon a time, I would call my godsister or play sister and vent about…
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ATasteOfFlava| I’m Tired and Need a Morning Nap
Ever wake up at 2:00 in the morning convinced something strange is happening outside your window? Last night I was awakened by music and voices so loud I thought people might be hanging out in my front patio. What followed was a full neighborhood investigation from my tower window, a decision about whether to call…
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Coffee With Flava| My Morning
Some mornings are not about rushing. They are about:☀️ room temperature water☕ protein coffee with soy milk🌲 birds filling the cedar tree✈️ planes gliding toward SeaTac🐦 Poe cawing somewhere in the distance🐿️ Chip running the neighborhood wires🐈 Musty supervising tower operations This morning reminded me that healing sometimes looks simple:moving slower,feeding your body,taking your meds,watching…
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ATasteOfFlava|Thursday Vibes
Some mornings don’t need big plans or deep conversations. Just a quiet tower… cool air… cats at the window… a little bird trying to make an important announcement… and coffee before the phones start ringing. Thursday mornings in Seattle just hit different. ☕🌻🐦 New “A Taste of Flava” blog dropping today.
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ATasteOfFlava|Quiet and Focused
Some mornings don’t arrive loud.They arrive quiet… with gray Seattle skies, manageable pain, a squirrel named Chip putting on an acrobatic performance outside my tower window, and a reminder that your voice is still reaching people. ☕🌲🐿️🌍 Today I learned that Lady Flava News has now been viewed in 50+ countries. That touched my heart…
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ASipOfFlava|Being Influential
Some people leave behind memories… and some leave behind a legacy. This morning, I’m sitting with the truth of who my daddy was—not just to me, but to the world. A minister. An educator. A builder of people and community. And in my own way… I realized I’ve been following in his footsteps all along.…
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ATasteOfFlava|My Neighborhood
My neighborhood isn’t one thing… it’s everything. From kids playing and food trucks rolling through, to late nights, early mornings, and moments that don’t always feel safe… life still shows up here every day. 🌻
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ATasteOfFlava|Soft Mornings, New Steps
Not every good day is loud. Some feel like peace, quiet progress, and hope returning.

