Category: Sharing My Truth
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Blog Challenge|65|My Community |West Seattle
How would you improve your community? How Would I Improve My Community? š»ā£ļøš» When I picture my ideal community, itās one where everyone ā no matter their age, background, or income ā feels safe enough to walk outside and enjoy whatās around them. I imagine neighbors strolling to our small businesses and local eateries, popping…
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65|My Living Scrapbook
My Living Scrapbook š»ā£ļøš»ā£ļøš» Today, as I scrolled through my blog posts, I found myself smiling. Each entry ā whether itās a deep reflection, a moment of joy, a piece of wisdom, or even a challenge Iāve worked through ā is part of a bigger picture. I realize now that my blog has become something…
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A&E|65|H&W|My Lady Flava Evolution
From Chasing Numbers to Choosing Connection: My Lady Flava Evolution Once upon a time, I was all in for the indie artist community. Being Lady Flava meant late nights promoting music, attending events, reviewing books, hosting radio shows, and championing unknown talent. I loved it. I loved the artists. I loved the energy. I didnāt…
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65|What My Elders Taught Me About Showing Up
What My Elders Taught Me About Showing Up I was blessed to have wonderful adult role models in my life. They truly set the standards for how to present myself to those outside my home. My parents, extended family, church elders, and even the community members around meāthey all shaped my understanding of what it…
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65|āWriting Is Healing Meā
āWriting Is Healing Meā Every day for the past 40 days, Iāve shown up for myself through writing. Sometimes it was a deep reflection, sometimes a playful post, sometimes a quiet thought from the heart of Lady Flava. But every word mattered. Writing is helping me heal, inside out. And itās also allowing me to…
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65|Weāre All Masking, Even If We Donāt Realize It
Weāre All Masking, Even If We Donāt Realize It By Lady Flava š» We all wear masks. Not the ones made of fabric or for costume partiesābut the quiet, invisible kind. The ones we put on without thinking, the ones weāve worn for so long, they feel like part of us. The ones we wear…

