Making it through year one wasn't hard, per se, but it was certainly a challenge. Between my own thoughts, my over consumption with numbers and my indecisiveness between host platforms, year one of DEAR QUEENS has certainly been a ride. I walked into it expecting that. I went into it telling myself to enjoy the ride, to embrace the journey. And that I...

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I never thought that in inspiring others, I'd inspire myself. In the moment I was writing for you - my reader. To encourage you out of whatever pit you may have fallen into. To get you out of your funk and to remind you that there is far more to life than your right now. Interestingly enough, the words I used to pour...

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The anniversary of DEAR QUEENS is exactly one week away. I can't believe it!  When launching this brand, I had no idea what I was doing or what it would turn into. It was laid on my heart, so I did it. I planned and launched and wrote. Wrote like my sanity depended on it - often times it did. Wrote like your...

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I finished another chapter, closed Pages, and logged into DEARQUEENS.com. This site right here. It was time to load up the Buffer; something I hadn't done in so long. I began sifting through some timely and relevant posts I could share on my Twitter and Facebook accounts. I began looking through the posts for some great one-liners. Something that would captivate my social...

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Not only was Elle Magazine's recent post about #BlackGirlMagic a disservice to black women, it was a disservice to the magazine that constantly appropriates black culture. Because knotty knots (bantu knots) and cornrows have never been your thing.  What the writer failed to understand - or at least capture - is that #blackgirlmagic isn't about trying to appear superhuman, or invincible to life's...

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I watched TD Jakes sermons last night as I forcefully wiped my eyes. (And by last night I mean, last week, as I'm so late publishing this post). It was another day I found myself on the couch with a tear soaked blanket, desperately holding on to what was left of my sanity; of my hope; of my faith. I needed a divine word...

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