Category: Flava is A Taste, A Style, A Feeling…What’s Your Flava
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Coffee with Flava| Laughing with Bean
☕️🌻 Wednesday Coffee with Flava 🌻☕️ Bean and I were sitting in the tower laughing this morning about how many patient phone calls come to a complete stop while someone searches for a pen and paper 🤣✍️ Somewhere out there… a random kitchen drawer is being slammed open right now. Between coffee, squirrels running in…
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RealTalk|I Appreciate You
A kind word. A sincere compliment. A simple “thank you.” Those small moments may mean more than we realize. In this Tuesday Real Talk, I share why I strongly believe praise, appreciation, and acknowledgment are some of the most valuable gifts we can give to the people around us — family, coworkers, patients, friends, and…
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ATasteOfFlava|Memorial Day 2026
Memorial Day is more than a long weekend. It is a day of remembrance. A day to honor the men and women who served our country and never made it home. Many families carry stories of sacrifice, courage, loss, duty, and love that continue long after the uniforms are folded away. This Monday A Taste…
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RealTalk|We All Start Out as Strangers
Sunday Real Talk: We All Start Out as Strangers We really do. Every relationship. Every friendship. Every love. Every place we walk into hoping to belong. Some strangers stay strangers. Some become familiar faces we respect but never deeply connect with. Some turn into friends, lovers, business partners — for a reason, a season, or…
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H&W|Self Love & Healing
Self-Love as a Healing Practice, Not a Personality Trait Some mornings don’t start with motivation. They start with a body that needs warmth, a quiet room, and a cup of hot tea held with intention. This morning, I listened to Louise Hay, and she was talking about self-love and healing yourself. Not the flashy kind…
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ATasteOfFlava|Sunday Chill Day
🌻 A Taste of Flava – Sunday Today… I’m just chilling. I didn’t fall asleep until 4am. I was listening to an Irish drama audiobook…don’t ask me what it was about— I couldn’t tell you. 😄 Now it’s 9am… and somehow, I actually feel rested. The birds have been quiet— or maybe I just slept through…

