Who better than YOU?

After my mom died, floating around untethered while clinging to whatever life resembled normalcy, I searched for the same source of love. Of comfort. Of home. I got close at times. Once breaking down into complete tears after my aunt made me a sandwich. Simply because no one had made me a sandwich since my mom died. That small act of kindness, the act of caring to feed someone. It was close to my mom. But truth be told, it’s not my mom. After searching, I came to the realization… there was no one better to fill her shoes than me. Self care. Self love. Self fulfilling.

Once I came to that conclusion, everything fell into place. I changed my life, lost 80 pounds and started to set goals again. Who better than me?! Who better than you? Welcome to my kitchen. Here we laugh. Cry. Dance. Insult. Throw spaghetti. Lay down. Scrub. And take out the trash when needed. You are going to fit right in. Come on and help y’all.