I was watching the most recent episode of “Blackish” when the character Rainbow woke up in a middle of the night moment of “Oh My God”.  She was soaking wet, her pillow was wet, her bedding and pajamas were wet and she had no idea where it had come from.  Now I don’t remember if she said, “Oh my God” or “what the hell” but she in that scene took me back to the origin of Hormones and High Heels, why I even decided to explore this time of “Oh my God”, what made addressing it so urgent, this subject matter so important, and how and why Hormones and High Heels even got its’ name.  ..read more

Some time ago, I came up with a concept to honor, celebrate, and pay tribute to the beauty and brilliance of Black women. After centuries and decades of being marginalized, it is way overdue. And though I am proud to be a woman in and out of my skin, and want to find a place in my creative space for all nationalities, this is specifically designed for my girls, my sisters. So welcome And let me introduce you to one of the many character women that has emerged. Hope you enjoy your time with the SISTAH SERIES ~ ~ ~ Greetings, I AM “SPICY SISTAH” To my women/girl, female SISTAHS I invite you to ..read more

To the family and readers of Hormones and High Heels, I hope this message finds you well and happy.  This has been a quiet writing month for me.  But I just wanted to let you know that I have been thinking kindly about each of you, whether I know you personally or not, for the fact that you are a part of my community of supporters, people who encourage me, and voices who inspire me.  My goal and my hope is that what is shared through the posts will do the same for you.  Let us keep ourselves and each other lifted up in whatever way we need or desire to be through this plat ..read more

They tell me that there is nothing more breathtakingly stunning than a confident, ready woman as she emerges through the corridors of time, speaking, sashaying, and living in the light. Nothing more intoxicating than the aromatic scent of certitude floating from a sister hitting her stride, with dignity, poise, and grace. And nothing more powerful than a woman who is swagged out in character, clothed in class, and adorned in the finery of all of her woman-self. She may be 26 or 62, 35 or 53, 47 or 74, or the tender age of 18 growing into her woman-ness or a refined 81 showing off the timeles ..read more

To the family and readers of Hormones and High Heels, I hope this message finds you well and happy.  This has been a quiet writing month for me.  But I just wanted to let you know that I have been thinking kindly about each of you, whether I know you personally or not, for the fact that you are a part of my community of supporters, people who encourage me, and voices who inspire me.  My goal and my hope is that what is shared through the posts will do the same for you.  Let us keep ourselves and each other lifted up in whatever way we need or desire to be through this plat ..read more

As women, it seems that many times when we are payed a compliment, especially about our appearance, for some unknown reason, it is very difficult for us to take it in and just say “Thank You”.  Almost immediately we are compelled to point out our imperfections and give reason(s) as to why the compliment is not warranted or is simply untrue.  And all too readily we find and speak words to diminish or dismiss the validity of what we just heard by turning the focus to what will contradict it or to another altogether different aspect of our self, refusing to own the goodness that came ou ..read more

I have lived 50+ years, hell, 60+ years, but when this time of the year rolls around, as many times as I have dressed up for it, partied to it, blown noise makers during it, rushed into it, swooned with Auld Lang Syne as a result of it, enjoyed the festivities of it, been kissed by it, and danced through it, I still get excited by hearing, sharing, and shouting those 3 words – HAPPY NEW YEAR. Greeting a New Year has never grown old. It has never lost its’ flavor. It has never lost its’ savor. It is a celebration that I always am thankful for. Grateful to toast to it whether it’s champagne, w ..read more

I was watching the most recent episode of “Blackish” when the character Rainbow woke up in a middle of the night moment of “Oh My God”.  She was soaking wet, her pillow was wet, her bedding and pajamas were wet and she had no idea where it had come from.  Now I don’t remember if she said, “Oh my God” or “what the hell” but she in that scene took me back to the origin of Hormones and High Heels, why I even decided to explore this time of “Oh my God”, what made addressing it so urgent, this subject matter so important, and how and why Hormones and High Heels even got its’ name.  ..read more

They tell me that there is nothing more breathtakingly stunning than a confident, ready woman as she emerges through the corridors of time, speaking, sashaying, and living in the light. Nothing more intoxicating than the aromatic scent of certitude floating from a sister hitting her stride, with dignity, poise, and grace. And nothing more powerful than a woman who is swagged out in character, clothed in class, and adorned in the finery of all of her woman-self. She may be 26 or 62, 35 or 53, 47 or 74, or the tender age of 18 growing into her woman-ness or a refined 81 showing off the timeles ..read more

Some time ago, I came up with a concept to honor, celebrate, and pay tribute to the beauty and brilliance of Black women. After centuries and decades of being marginalized, it is way overdue. And though I am proud to be a woman in and out of my skin, and want to find a place in my creative space for all nationalities, this is specifically designed for my girls, my sisters. So welcome And let me introduce you to one of the many character women that has emerged. Hope you enjoy your time with the SISTAH SERIES ~ ~ ~ Greetings, I AM “SPICY SISTAH” To my women/girl, female SISTAHS I invite you to ..read more