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"My Past, Her Present, Our Future"

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Our mission is to encourage mothers and daughters to authentically stretch the boundaries of communication beyond their individual family roles and develop a deeper understanding of each other and themselves.

 

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Why promises are like propaganda

I don’t make promises because I know I can’t fulfill them, but the hardest kind of vows to keep and fulfill are the ones you make to yourself! You expect to be able to do whatever it is for yourself…so it adds unwanted pressure. No one makes promises to me (smart choice), so there isn’t much for me to say about this…promises are promises. They can be superficial or they can be deep and true. You do the same thing for both. Why do people make promises? I feel like people make them because it’s easy to say the words “I promise…”. Those words just finalize everything. Promising is like propaganda…you say you will and never do, but you don’t realize it was you who said “I promise”. That “I

Why some promises are meant to be broken… and that’s okay

I am not sure why I picked this topic or what was going through my mind when I decided to put it in my list, but I am sure this is not going to be one of my best anecdotes. Throughout my childhood it was obvious that keeping your word played a significant part in my upbringing. To promise something was a sacred vow never thought to be trifled with. Promises were to be kept not broken, which is why I am unmistakably confused as to why I might have chosen this topic. It was uncommon for my mother to break promises or her word when it came to me. When she did, even the most minor of agreements, I could feel her sorrow as if she had let me or herself down causing everything to fall to the waysid

What happens when promises are never kept?

Although I had so many thoughts about this topic for the last two weeks, when it came down to writing it I could barely get a word out. The more I thought about the word promises, the more agitated I became. Because I realized I have done nothing but make and keep promises for everyone, yet never held anyone to a promise for myself! In fact, I had to look up the meaning of promise because I wasn’t sure what I deserved. According to the dictionary, it is “a declaration or assurance that one will do a particular thing or that a particular thing will happen.” If I had made ten promises…I am sure to have kept at the very least 9.5 of them. Though, I know I always strive for ten, no doubt so

The FACs: Promises

I’m still the parent in the room; even though at the FACs table I try very hard to leave that title elsewhere in the house. However, my parental blindness was sure to be rewarded in this topic. After all, I take promises so seriously I was certain the girls would have nothing but praises accolades and crowns waiting for me at the end of this topic. How does the buzzard on Family Feud sound? Around the Table Jaz begins the round with a jovial face, smiling with each word as it passes her lips of how she used her toddler charms against me to achieve the impossible. Meanwhile, the warmth of what could have been misconstrued as menopause, begins to rise up my neck as the revelation of what I fel

The Hair-esy Of It All!

Ouch! Sit still Girl! But it hurts! OUCH! I don’t have time for this foolishness! Keep up that crying and I’m going to cut it all off!.....were the words I heard as the comb ripped with one hand and the scissors flailed in the other. Hair was always an interesting, yet unspoken topic in my house when growing up. After all, I was the one with the kinky, dry, unmanageable follicles of beauty. While my sisters enjoyed the serenity of long, soft, curls and waves of blonde and brunette naturally colored hair. For the first 6 years of my childhood you could always pick me out of the crowd with my puff of a pony tail all brushed to the top of my head like a crown of shame. Always brushed, never c

It's Just Hair

Hair. To some people it completes their whole personality. You know what, never mind; this is not what I really want to say about this topic. Let me be really honest; I can’t help but think it’s just another superficial insecurity to add to your already long list of insecurities. I don’t have much to say about hair because to me it’s just that…hair. I’m that plain Jane type of girl. If I could, I’d wear my hair straight every day. Why? Because my hair doesn’t define who I am. My attitude, the way I present myself; that’s how I express myself. But of course, there are two types of people in this world. The Hair Cares and the No Cares. I guess I respect those who think hair is more than jus

Me, Myself and My Hair

Hair has always been a huge part of my existence. If you ask my mom she would probably say nothing more than “It is on your head”. To me hair is much more than that. It’s the one thing that I am a stickler about. Since I was a child my hair has always been an issue for me. From age 5 when my tight curls caused heartache and actually more of a headache, trying to comb through those thick dark tresses. After a few years of exasperated crying, hair related tantrums and combs full of follicles that caused a frustrating rift in the relationship I have with my hair; my mom finally let me get a relaxer. For those who don’t know what a relaxer is let me give you a small glimpse into this foul smelli

The FACs: Hair

When HAIR was chosen from the “Ooooh, I may be coming for your neck this week” magical box of topics; the fact that I grew up in a household of long blonde, long curly brown, straight black and thick knotty afros caused me to laugh out loud immediately. Yet, as I gazed around the room at my daughter’s faces, no supporting chuckle existed. In fact, the room fell silent with an aura of intense sadness. Around the Table As we shared our thoughts and experiences, we became increasingly aware that the stigmas associated with hair reside on the same playing field no matter how much access to money is present. As we bond around the FACs table, the hair experience though quite comically written rev

The FACs: Boyfriends

In a single parent household of all women, during a time where the daughters are teens and the mom is seen to have never had a date since Misty’s dad was ‘excused’ from his job as the household testosterone in 2003; can you imagine the sweat trickling down our backs? The real growth reward I suppose is being able to openly discuss the tough topics. For us the discussion of boyfriends is not your typical chat over a gallon of ice cream. Unfortunately, my childhood upbringing didn’t afford my mother the opportunity to express the ideals of dating or boyfriends in the healthy manner it was meant to be. The definition of ’boyfriend’ in my childhood household was synonymous with the word ‘pregnan

"Boys will be boys"....But why?

I've never had a boyfriend. I know, it's hard to believe, but I really have never had a boyfriend. Though what I've gathered from observing, the idea of a "boyfriend" seems to be centered on one certain thing: Finding a guys guy. It's as if in order to be relevant, you need a man. This seems to be a bit counter intuitive. It's like the term “boyfriend” has been stereotyped by society and changed, to seem as if a boyfriend has to be a big, strong, manly man; someone who can take care of a woman. Which, don't get me wrong, I'm all for it. But as a proud lady, I'd like to say that I much rather take care of myself. But this fact isn’t always acceptable in society; men are the providers are they

Swipe. Swipe. Match!

“Boyfriend” invites many already established feelings and definitions of the word: A boy who is a friend and/or a guy that is committed to you and only you. Yes, I've had my fair share of boyfriends. I could explain all of the makeups, breakups, laughs and cries that I have experienced. But to me this is irrelevant…those were encounters that shaped how I view relationships, men and what I am seeking. As a young person in the dating world it has become increasingly difficult to find authenticity. Between dating apps, online dating and the hookup culture, it’s all of us trying to find someone, while having the option of everyone. Our brains are on overload, trying to sift through the masses;

Boyfriends; Ain't Nobody Got Time for That!

I have had nothing but boyfriends in my life. Uncertain, if I ever put any real thought to the idea that I would ever have anything else. I expect that is the reason my entire “social career” has remained in boyfriend status from age 12 to age 47. Undoubtedly, my recklessness to begin my boyfriend spree so early in life has had an impact on my inability to transfer from boyfriend to husband. My need to have that flawless guy who will never make an immoral mistake has led me to consistently keep enough distance while avoiding the fatality of wifehood. Yet it appears, I secretly yearn for something that can stick like glue, something that offers more protection and (and dare I say it … the “

The FACs: Escaping Reality

Last night we indulged in the topic of "Escaping Reality" . As usual we each had our own version of the topic rearing to go. This time the protocol was Jaz first, then Misty, then me. WOW! What a topic and what polar opposite perspectives. This one I had to take a step back from because my perspective of why escape the wonderful reality Mom has provided to you; was quickly overshadowed by Misty’s comment of; "Mom, have you never seen a movie? Where the room has no windows or doors and the person inside does nothing but claw to their death trying to get out?" What was she saying? Is our home a locked cell? Is she the person inside trying to get out? Shook to my core I am flabbergasted. Unsu

Stop! Drop! And Run!

Escaping reality is a very dangerous idea-- for me at least. I've always been a grounded person. In fact it is the realities of life that drive me to be a better person. If I escape; if I take my eye off of what is real; I am sure to slip into a black hole of unconsciousness. I love imagining things, semi fantasizing or dreaming as it is more appropriately defined. But the thought of altering my brain function in order to avoid the realities of my life scare the absolute hell out of me. I never thought I'd be face-to-face with someone who finds the need or liking to indulge in such an escape. Of course, I’ve seen it on television, various shows and maybe the news; but not in my own home. I

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