"LET THEM EAT CAKE—for the OVERACHEIVERS!"
GÂTEAU AU FROMAGE (Cheesecake)
Dearest gentle reader,
Were they but aware of the blood, the sweat, and the quiet tears that have shaped you into the remarkable soul you are today, they would stand in humbled admiration.
You are not merely accomplished—you are priceless, invaluable, exquisitely talented, and steadfast. Your worth is not to be measured, only to be esteemed.
Pray, let us raise a glass to the triumph that resides within you—for you, indeed, are the victor of your own most splendid story.
And do exercise restraint at the dessert table… even the most celebrated among us must not overindulge in cake.
P.S. YOUR CROWN IS WAITING...
- FIRST LADY
Women’s History Month
Signed, A Stay at home Mom / Author / March 2nd
Women’s History Month is celebrated every March in the United States to honor and recognize the contributions of women throughout history.
But when I think about the women who shaped and molded me, I don’t picture a global presidential powerhouse (like Melania or Michelle). I picture the women who held me in their arms.
My mother. My grandmothers. My aunties. My sister. The women in my childhood church.
In retrospect, those women were iconic.
Sometimes you have to grow all the way up to realize just how many sacrifices were made by the “nameless” women — the ones who never became famous but somehow managed to hold the whole world together.
The group prayers before meals.
The recipes.
The amazing dishes.
That one flavor you can still taste but could never quite recreate.
That ingredient was LOVE.
The sisterhood.
The family reunions.
The vacations.
Their beauty.
Their hair.
Their outfits.
The laughter.
The love.
The conversations you overheard in passing — because you definitely weren’t old enough to sit at that table yet. You had to earn that seat. And that took work. My girls kept us together. Some are still here to tell the stories. Others live with me now in memory. Some highly esteemed women of power & Some the greatest housewives to ever live. Feminism wasn’t an F word we used. It was FAMILY. It was “not one left behind.” It was showing up. It was sacrifice. It was strength wrapped in Sunday dresses and aprons.
That’s what I carried with me while raising my children.
I took what I was taught by the women who shaped and molded my future — and I stand with them.
Always.
Circa-The 90s / My aunties / Paradise Island
P.S. YOUR CROWN IS WAITING
— FIRST LADY
L'île (The Islands)
Dearest gentle reader...
I can’t talk about the mountains without talking about the islands. The rhythm of Calypso music. The fresh seafood. The unmatched Caribbean hospitality. The crystal-clear waters that look like they were filtered by heaven itself. Where do I even begin?
As a child, I remember my dad being so excited for us to try clam chowder for the first time. Not just excited — determined. So determined that he flew his three kids to The Bahamas just for our first taste. I remember walking into the restaurant and it being completely empty — just him and his three babies. He wanted us to experience something new, something bigger than our everyday surroundings. Looking back now, that was iconic. It wasn’t just about soup. It was about exposure, intention, and creating memories we would never forget.
My most recent trip to the islands. This time it was me and a group of incredible women heading to Jamaica. It was my first time there, and from the moment we landed, I knew it would be unforgettable.
I had my first taste of authentic jerk chicken with rice and peas — and when I say the best, I mean the best. We stayed at a stunning resort where I had my own private hot tub on the balcony… and trust me, it did not go unused. Every night there were events and mixers, but my favorite evening was the dinner accompanied by fire dancers. Watching flames light up the night sky while waves crashed nearby felt surreal. And when the show ended? It turned into a beach dance party — cocktails flowing, good old urban music playing, the kind of music that makes you drop it like it’s hot without hesitation.
Beyond the fun, what made the trip truly special were the women I met. It was such a diverse group — plastic surgeons, daycare owners, NFL cheerleader coaches, entrepreneurs from all walks of life. Then there was me...The house wife. Powerful. Inspiring. Beautiful energy all around.
I even experienced my first horseback ride on the beach — something I’d only ever seen in movies. And that was just one of many unforgettable moments.
But if I had to name the best part? The Jamaican hospitality. The staff was amazing — warm, attentive, genuinely kind. They didn’t just provide service; they created an atmosphere.
The islands aren’t just destinations. They’re experiences. They’re rhythm, flavor, connection, and memory. And for me, they will always feel like home in a way that’s hard to explain — but impossible to forget.
P.S. YOUR CROWN IS WAITING
—FIRST LADY