High Risk Faith

Expecting a baby causes a stream of emotions; especially when you already have a 7 month old.  The moment I thought that I was pregnant; I panicked. Having another baby would put a strain on my marriage, finances, Masters continuation, and my career.

In panic, I made an irrational choice; what I thought was best, I decided to terminate my pregnancy.  My husband didn’t say much, but felt that it was my body and that another baby would probably be too much. I was losing the person I was for 8 years and I didn’t know if I could recover; if we could recover.

In February, at about 7 weeks and five days… I decided to have a medical abortion.  I felt guilt, shame…a part of me wished that the procedure would fail but part of me wanted to selfishly be free.  My husband was not emotionally supportive during our first pregnancy; I felt he was unattracted to me, and the strain of our jobs, and me not having leave-with-pay caused tension.  A lack of communication and appreciation made me feel as if I was losing my wits….

After the medical abortion I was suppose to go back for a check up but I could never make it due to the distance of the center, work, and the girls having the flu simultaneously.

…..In April I found out I was pregnant…but not with a new baby…. the same baby.

My heart dropped and as I saw the ultrasound…. I couldn’t believe that this baby, was strong….that this baby had continued to grow and was kicking and active. I smiled as the tech mumbled in disbelief. Everyone in the doctor’s office began to whisper and soon a woman of the clinic came in and sat me down, she strongly urged me to terminate the baby. “There is a 50% chance of major birth defects”….. teardrops formed in my eyes.  How could I have been so selfish!  This baby was apart of me and I couldn’t see past my fears… I doubted my marriage… I had doubted my faith.

“God has not given us the spirit of fear but of a sound mind, power, and love”

I walked out of that abortion clinic that day…. distraught. I blamed myself.  How could I have gone through with something like this.  I called my husband… he as usual was silent as I cried telling him the news.  I had no idea of what to do!  I knew that this was not by chance… I couldn’t live with myself trying to terminate a baby that was obviously meant to be.

I was in one of the darkest places I had been in a long time.  I had to make a choice that day in my car, either I would live in fear and regret or live by faith and hope.

At almost 20 weeks in April, I immediately sought medical care, my regular OB refused to service me.  I found a new OB/GYN, explained the situation and  they scheduled an appointment.  The doctor immediately found a high risk doctor for me. I began my appointments and continued my research on the effects that medical abortions have on fetuses…I saw deformities in the genitalia, lip, limbs…I also saw a report of birthing a normal baby.

Why was there no research? There wasn’t much research at all of cases in America…I had no idea of what was to come. I knew that I felt that I had to keep walking in my truth, no matter how hard it would be.  Could I live with knowing that I caused harm to my child?  Could I be ok with looking at a child as she struggled in life with certain defects…would I be able to explain to her why I didn’t want her in the beginning?
July: 33 weeks into the pregnancy, a small abdominal and a genital cyst was found…. I was crushed. I had been doing well with the pregnancy but nothing can prepare you for bad news.  I began to beat myself up…

Today I had a moment. I came home, took a hot bath and I hadn’t felt as heavy and loathsome as that in years. I was tired, in aching pain, pregnant, congested, uncomfortable, overwhelmed… I couldn’t bridge my emotions. A barrage of tears streamed from my eyes…I sobbed like a child. I’m able to put all the pieces together and hold tight: I know where everything is, “did everybody eat today?”, doctor appointments scheduled, kids clean, bathrooms cleaned, clothes folded, dishes washed, floors swept; today I didn’t want to be that person… I’m ok but I’m not ok… is that ok? 

At the pinnacle of the pregnancy I was emotionally…physically… void….

The doctors had found placental lakes, genitalia abnormalities, and my stomach growth was not increasing.

I continued for months trusting that the genitalia abnormality would disappear.  After all, my stomach began to show growth, my pregnancy was going well, I didn’t get much movement from her during NST but she moved enough for me to know she was still there.  She was swallowing. She was practicing breathing.

I was content.

39 weeks and my stomach growth began to drop.  My specialist decided it was time to have the baby soon, he explained that the baby was not getting enough nutrients from the placenta. The next day I had a doctors appointment at NST, nothing seemed out of the ordinary as I sat trying to scoff down ice for fetal movement. Abruptly, the doctor came up to me and said “her heartbeats and movements are irregular, you ready to have this baby!?”

It was time.

“The Lord is God”

September 8: At 5 lbs 11 oz, Corrine made her entrance into this world.  I cried as the doctor laid her on my chest.  She was perfect…

Corrine Aalijah was her name. Forever an emblem of a testament of my life.  She serves as a mark of courage, of hope, of faith that passes all understanding. I couldn’t base my life on my fears or shrink due to unforeseen situations, I had to stand; unwavering in my faith but limbering enough to roll with each tide.


Building Emotionally Intelligent Children 

As I look back over my adolescence, I realized that I had no outlet for my feelings.   I didn’t know how to identify my sadnesses or communicate my frustrations.  So, I began to dig into the issues of my young adulthood and saw that many of the choices I made were based on the lack of self-awareness, productivity, and validity.  

Many parents don’t know how to begin a conversation with a child about their feelings and express empathy.  I remember noticing that once my 7 year old reached a certain age, I encouraged her to be “tough” and avoided her emotional outburst.

In 2013, Forbes magazine stated “When you teach kids emotional intelligence, how to recognize their feelings, understand where they come from and learn how to deal with them, you teach them the most essential skills for their success in life. Research has shown that emotional intelligence or EQ “predicts over 54% of the variation in success (relationships, effectiveness, health, quality of life).” Additional data concludes that “young people with high EQ earn higher grades, stay in school, and make healthier choices.”

I began to search my heart.  I wanted to create children who could effectively communicate, who could talk to me about the truth; no matter how bad the truth was.  Was I cultivating that type of relationship with my daughter; was I allowing her to be herself no matter how I thought she “should” be? Was I cutting her off when she was trying to express her feelings?

My first step: Practice Responding, Rather than Reacting.

There’s a subtle but important difference between responding and reacting.  I would become triggered by my own past or frustrations and lash out and never explain why I was so furious.

I realized I needed to talk more with my daughter about all of my emotions and feelings.  Children understand a lot more than we think.  In order for her to understand how to communicate and handle her emotions; she needed to be showed by me leading in example.  Not only was I suppose to explain my frustration and anger but my happiness too.  I needed to explain problem solving so she’d know how to positively deal with every emotion.  I wanted her to see me overcome so that she felt she could call me or tell me and wouldn’t feel like I would judge her, cut her off, or downplay what was important to her.

I have to own my mistakes, acknowledge my feelings, and then communicate my feelings proactively.

I need my children to know that there are often moments where they will be alone but NEVER lonely; they are whole; holy.   “Mommy is human too” and I make many mistakes but mistakes can be fixed, they are never the FINAL destination but the anchor for self reflection. 

From the map of their palms, compass of their heart, to the temple of their head…they have purpose of their own.

Here’s s to raising children that are self-aware and secure in their beings.

“A House Divided Within Itself, Cannot Stand” – A. Lincoln 

They chanted ‘we will not be replaced.’ 

Replaced as … what? I’ll tell you. Replaced as the only voice in public discussions. Replaced as the law makers, replaced as the only bodies in the public and political arenas. Replaced as the only lives that matter or counted as humans.

“Make America great again!”

….well, what part of America’s history did Trump have in mind?

My only concern is that those same men and women (and don’t get it twisted, we know that they have partners who packed their lunch for this rally, so YES [WOMEN] ) get to go back to their jobs as police officers, teachers, bank officers, loan specialists , lawyers, judges, administrators, senators, CEO’s, executives, and presidents.  

Let’s be honest, there is no negative without positive, but being silent about the issue at Virginia University, whether of color or white, is allowing this type of negative thinking to thrive. 

There is no “Make America Great Again”. America was built on the backs of others; stollen and bartered as “The New World”. America is a corporation.  We don’t want to replace you, we want what is rightfully OURS! Life, equality, and the pursuit of happiness.

We repeat part of a National Anthem, that in it’s entirety, was never meant for us.

 “Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.  No refuge could save the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave…”

We send our sons and daughters to a national athletic league that exploits their talent. “The untypical exhibitionism of these athletes also violates the basic standards of good manners and sportsmanship, which are so highly valued in the United States.” …they proclaimed in 1968 as we only raised our fist.

From David Duke’s statement to Trump’s utterance of tasteless ignorance; white supremacy is wrong and needs to be proclaimed as so.  Our nation will always be diverse and we must learn to celebrate each other.  How dare we pretend bigotry does not exist on our own land but fight a war with nations over their own country for economic gains.  

“Don’t tell me about progress the black man has made. You don’t stick a knife 10 inches in my back, pull it out three or four, then tell me I’m making progress.’ ” – Jackie Robinson

America is that burning building Martin Luther King spoke of.  We try to shove our dark history under a rug and throw rocks just to hide our hands. No longer will we be able to pretend that racism is not real or that our country has the best interests of its people.

Many of us believe wholeheartedly in the undeniable truth that people of all races and ethnic backgrounds are, and deserve to be treated as, equal. Let’s continue to teach love and equality to children.  Let’s encourage our children to be leaders that promote the growth and diversity of all.  

Over 300 years of servitude and we are still demanding equality!    

Stony the road we trod.  Bitter the chast’ning rod, felt in the days when hope unborn had died; yet with a steady beat / Have not our weary feet, come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

….Will we ever get to the promised land as “ONE”?

Daggum Lasagna 

My household is divided when it comes to eating. My husband is a picky eater and me and the girls eat every thing and vegetable, you name it! Being so busy takes the fun out of cooking but often I try to prepare a dish that he will actually eat. Today he asked for lasagna…. I decided to make love by making it from scratch.  It’s the little things that I do for my partner that bring me joy. 

Here’s my recipe!

In a skillet, combine 2 pounds ground beef,  garlic salt (or 2 cloves minced garlic), and pepper .

Cook until brown and drain.  Leave a little juice (just a smudge won’t hurt lol)

Return the meat back to the skillet and add a can of whole Italian tomatoes (dice them smaller if you don’t like big tomatoes)

2 tablespoons of dried parsley flakes, 2 tablespoons dried basil…

Simmer for about 20 minutes.

Line up your first set of oven baked noodles into your baking dish (you can use the ones you have to cook as well)

While the meat is cooking, mix 3 cups lowfat cottage cheese in a bowl with 2 beaten eggs. Add a 1/2 cup of Parmesan cheese into the mix.

2 tablespoons dried parsley flakes and a teaspoon of garlic salt.  Mix together well.

Now, go ahead and build your assembly line: meat mixture, shredded mozzarella cheese, cottage cheese mixture, and  lasagna noodles.

Cottage cheese mixture spread over noodles evenly, next shredded mozzarella spread evenly; last layer, spread meat mixture evenly.


Top with Italian shredded cheese, pepperoni slices, black olives, spinach, and more Italian shredded cheese.

Let back for 30 to 35 minutes on 375-400 degrees.


Thirty & Thriving

“You can’t have my joy”

….I never saw my “30” coming!  Most know or have an ideal of what they want to have accomplished by 30.  The truth is, I’ve never lived for or envisioned my 30’s.  I’m a “live for the moment” type of gal.  I knew exactly what I wanted by age 25….but I never put a time frame on my expectations. 

 I learned in college to trust timing; I was a single mom, struggling to graduate from college but I did.  Once I met my husband…I realized that life happens with such intricate detail…things I had no control over were happening all the time; molding my “now” and the unforeseen, but altogether working in my favor. “No’s”, losing jobs, relocating, losing my car, having  to sleep on a bunk bed or couch, unrequited love, and depression were all apart of the bigger picture.

Life may not be picture perfect but it doesn’t have to be in order to reap the rewards that come from overcoming adversity, facing change with an open heart, and letting go of empty expectations.

Meaning and purpose are not born in the highs and lows; it’s sparked in all the moments in between when we pause, reflect, and extractthe lessons learned. True meaning is made when we put those lessons into action and honor their purpose in defining us as beautiful everyday warrior women!

“30” became a magical number for me, shedding a woman that I never wanted to be and seeing a woman I never knew I would become. 

This year on my 30th birthday I’ve chosen a celebration of abundance, gratitude, and of self-worth. 
Here is to knowing “Faith without works or practice is dead”

Student and Learning Affirmations

Affirmations & Developing a Growth Mindset in the High School Classroom!

The Affirmation Spot

Today’s Thought:

“I am not a teacher, but an awakener.”
~ Robert Frost

In our modern, fast-changing world, learning is no longer confined to a period of years that we call “formal education”. The world where that was possible is long gone. We don’t learn information once and it lasts us for our entire lives or careers. In fact, learning is a life-long endeavor that lasts far beyond the classroom.

Most careers require continuing education and re-education as fields change, expand, and cease to exist. Some fields change so rapidly that the information by a college freshman is out-of-date by the time that student reaches his or her junior year. This is what it means to live in the information age. We are in a constant dance with information through its conduit learning.

In fact, the most successful and happiest people are those who become students of life. They understand…

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The Man Behind The Curtain

Do you really know your husband/partner? Trust is a key in a healthy marriage but it is important not to put all of your trust in man (humans).


He smiles when it rains love

Glows when the moon sets

Roars like the king of the jungle when I’m hurt

Keeps me in the comfort of his arms….

I see a man sitting in the dead of the night, staring hard…

Do I really know the man behind the curtain?

Have you ever really sat down to think about your partner, who he really is, what goes on in that tiny mind of his. What does he do when you aren’t looking? Is he really generally stable?

Good question…

Several of us have said I trust my partner, we communicate very well…that is very good, trust is one of the building blocks of a good relationship and communication is essential be it courtship or marriage, but have an open mind, we are all human; in the process of doing both and giving space know that the devil exist in…

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