Lipstick of the Week: MAC matte lipstick

Hello Passionista!

This week has been awesome. On Sunday, I met up with friends to spend some chill time in the park. The weather was nice, sun was shinning, and we needed some girl chat.

I love a good park picnic set up. So on short notice I gathered my blanket, cards games, snacks and wine for our little park adventure. The weather was not too hot or too cold, allowing us to enjoy the park for about five hours out in the sun. (Well under a tree really)

Since this was a outside event and I sweat so easily, I made it a fresh face SUNDAY. But you know I can’t go without lipstick.

This week I have fallen in love with the MAC Matte Lipstick in the color whirl, all over again. I purchased this lipstick last fall and with the seasons changing and getting new lipsticks it has just been siting on my lipstick rack. But look at it on me. It is time I bring this whirl color out of retirement and start rocking it again.

Pictures from the Park:

Get Ready with Me |Natural Hair Style

Hello Passionistas!

This is my first “Get Ready with Me” type video. I am still getting the hang of this editing stuff. A lot of what I filmed had background music that I had to mute for copyright purposes😩. But check out this video and let me know if you wanna see more in the comments box below.

Chapter 26

Hello Passionista!

This week I celebrated a birthday and I was more than overjoyed by the love I received. After a weekend of “good times” with my closest friends, I wanted to spend my special day doing something I’ve never done before.

I wanted to climb Stone Mountain …. And I did it !!!!!

I am not the workout type of girl. This idea came to mine because I knew climbing a mountain is out of my comfort zone. I knew it would be a strong challenge. I knew that I had it in me to achieve this challenge. But I also knew that I had it in me to take the easy way out of this challenge.

My journey up the mountain started off silent. But soon turned into lots of doubt, heavy breathing and many rest stops. It took an hour to get half way up the mountain and about another hour for finish. During my many rest stops, I thought about giving up and going back down the mountain to flat ground. I wanted to quit because the mountain was super steep and I was physically uncomfortable. But each time I stood up to walk back down the mountain I saw someone pass me that gave me motivation to keep pushing.

I saw a elderly man with two walking sticks walking like climbing that mountain meant nothing; if he can do it so can I.

I saw a father with his small daughter, maybe 5 years of age- I overheard the little girl say that it was her third time up the mountain; if that little girl had the courage to take on Stone Mountain so can I.

I saw a couple pushing one another to make it to the top- I want to be able to do that with my husband someday; if they can do it so can I.

I saw my father (who has had several back surgeries, but loves to stay fit) conquering that mountain like he was walking on water; if he can keep pushing so can I.

As out of shape as I am, I continued to push myself up that mountain in the Georgia heat. Let me tell you, the second half of the mountain is not friendly at all. I thought I wouldn’t make it several times. But as we reached the top of the mountain, I slick dropped a tear. The breeze felt so good on my sweaty skin. But just to know that it was over, that I made it to the top was such a happy feeling. And the view… the view is simply amazing.

Honestly, I thought I was crazy for even wanting to do it. But I am soooooo glad I did. I proved something to myself. I have always known that I can do anything I sit my mind to do. But the challenge of climbing the mountain was reassurance that nothing can get in my way if I don’t let it.


Happy Birthday to me !!!!!


Black History Month

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Dear Four Little Black Girls,

You were taken away from this world too soon. I hear and see your story and think about everything you missed out on like school dances and parties, even prom, graduation, college life, and growing up. It saddens me. Then I think about 1963 vs. 2016. Times are different! Or are they? I mean well theres a slight difference. But hurtfully, innocent African American are still losing there lives to racism. Not one of you deserved what happened on September 15,1963. I hope you’ll be happy to know that your death was followed by thousands of protesters standing up for your innocence in this situation.

I recently visited the Center for Civil and Human Rights in Atlanta, GA and the memorial in your honor is beyond amazing, and every inspirational. As much as I want to be angry and sad when I think about the bombing, your smiles make me happy. I think about good times and childhood. I think about that one Easter morning, my mommy got me dressed fresh as can be and curled my hair. Then se sat me down at the kitchen table and painted my finger nails a pearly pink color. I sat pretty as can be at church that day, extremely nervous when I said my Easter speech. But, I remember that day being just as easy as any Sunday morning. I want your little ladies to dwell on the good times and be thankful for the bad times, because we all know trouble don’t last always. I can’t wait until the morning we met. We’d just laugh, cry and hug. We’d have hours of girl talk and put of our Sunday’s best for the tea party of our lives. And together we’d look back at the times that had us down and then we’d be merry and blessed. OH I CAN’T WAIT.

With much southern love,


P.S. Kiss my Pa-Pa for me and tell him his baby girl is doing well and missing him more than ever, but will see him again someday.

Hey Friends…

Recently I visited the Center for Civil and Human Rights, downtown Atlanta, GA. When I tell you the center is amazing, It’s amazing! If you’re in the area, please make time to visit it. And you can spend all day in this place. The group I went with made a day of it and we all enjoyed ourselves. See pictures in my February gallery.

Happy Monday and talk to ya Wednesday!!!!