Category: Lady Flava Reflection
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Life|When Strength Had a Code That Was Understandable
In a world that’s blurred the lines of strength and grace, I still believe in the power of both. This isn’t about judgment — it’s about remembering what it felt like when respect had rhythm and authenticity had meaning.
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Life|🎶 Finding a New Rhythm When Life Changes the Route
Life moves to its own beat, but some of us find peace in knowing the rhythm — the turns, the lights, the bridges we cross every day. 🌻 This reflection explores what happens when that rhythm shifts… and how we find our flow again when life changes the route.
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🏀 Roots & Legacy: Remembering Lenny Wilkens
For those of us who grew up in Seattle, the name Lenny Wilkens means more than basketball. It’s Sunday games on TV, the green and gold glow of the SuperSonics, and the quiet class of a man who taught us what leadership looks like — on and off the court. Seattle didn’t just watch him;…
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Life|💭 Grace in Timing
Sometimes life’s hardest moments arrive wrapped in meaning we don’t see yet. Grace often shows up quietly — not on our schedule, but right on time. 🌻 Simply Flava | Reflections & Growth
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Life|🌻 Being Considered Normal
What does it really mean to be normal? We throw that word around like it’s something to be proud of — but maybe it’s just another box we’re trying to squeeze ourselves into. This reflection is about breaking away from that label, honoring how our minds work, and finding peace in the truth that nobody’s…
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Life|🌻 Rooted Souls in a Rootless World
Some of us were raised on respect, structure, and quiet strength — taught to keep family business private and honor the people who paved the way before us. But now we live in a world that overshares, underlistens, and confuses noise with connection. This reflection explores what it means to stay grounded in your roots…
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Life|🍜 The Birthday Noodle Tradition
I learned something beautiful — that long noodles on your birthday symbolize a long, blessed life. Funny thing is, I’ve been doing it all along. Whether it’s pho, chow mein, or spaghetti and meatballs, I’ve been honoring a tradition I didn’t even know was mine. 🍜

