Category: Flava Sharing My Life
-
ATasteOfFlava|My Body is Struggling 🙁
Sometimes the hardest thing to admit is that your body is struggling while your mind is still trying to stay strong. Today’s A Taste of Flava is raw, honest, and personal. I talk about pain, discouragement, physical therapy, finally accepting that I needed a walker, and what it feels like when you think you’re making…
-
A Taste of Flava|Me and My Peace
Sometimes healing looks like physical therapy, warm Seattle sunshine, a Ross bag full of little treasures, and spending the day with someone who feels like peace to your soul. 🌻❣️ Tomorrow’s A Taste of Flava is about love that stands the test of time, rebuilding strength, aging with grace, and the comfort of being truly…
-
A Taste of Flava| Truth & Transparency
There is a reason truth and transparency matter so much to me. Life taught me that honesty may hurt sometimes… but confusion, silence, hidden truths, and pretending everything is okay can hurt even more. I have always been someone who will respectfully speak up, especially when it comes to people I love, fairness, patient care,…
-
ATasteOfFlava|Vegas back Home to Seattle The Different Climates
Seattle rain and Vegas desert heat taught me something important… My body responds differently depending on the environment I’m in. Lately, I’ve been paying attention to warmth, stiffness, fatigue, movement, and the little things that seem to help my body soften instead of brace against pain. This morning, sitting in my tower with my small…
-
H&W | My Hips Are Talking
Some conversations with yourself hit differently. This week, after starting a new approach to physical therapy, I found myself processing more than just pain. I started thinking deeply about mobility, quality of life, possible hip replacement surgery, recovery, and what it means to intentionally support my body instead of simply surviving in it. As someone…
-
Wednesday A Taste of Flava|Patient Advocacy
She knew the medical side… but needed help seeing the whole picture. Sometimes clarity is what brings peace.
-
H&W|Movement
I didn’t realize how important movement was… until I stopped. Pain slowed me down. Winter made it worse. And before I knew it, I was doing less and less—just trying to manage. But what I learned the hard way is this: not moving can make things harder, not easier. Now I’m rebuilding—one intentional step at…
-
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. 🌻
Lady Flava News 