Mom. Foodie. Music connoisseur. Travel. Geigh. Practicing Pescatarian cosplaying as Vegan. Vinyl collector. Altadena/Pasadena Native. SoCal Living.
Drink Water. Love God. Love People. Community is Life’s Greatest Commodity.
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Hakuna Matata
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Black women in locs
Black women with a BOMB pixie
Black women in braids
Black women with a silk press
Black women is a head full of bundles
Black women in hats
Black women rocking a bald fade
Black women with a natural twist out
Black women in a head wrap
Black women
My great grandmother pictured below passed away at 101 in 1984. She brought her single house plant from Louisiana to Altadena in 1957. My grandmother passed at 101 in 2024. She propagated that plant all throughout the family house.
My aunt now cares for the original plant and its’ offspring.
Thinking about my mother today.
Likely because my brother welcomed in a new niece for us.
She’s absolutely adorable and already so loved.
My mother loved all of her grands so deeply.
I like to think that she got a first look from the heavenly realm as our niece was knit in her mother’s womb.
My Australian fam:
“I assume all, well at least 85% of American media is sarcasm in a way that you all desire yes?”
Me:
Losing a mother creates a void where the blessed assurance that someone is always considering you once lived.
Glasses 👓 + Microfiber Cloth
On the phone yapping while talking to random people on the sidewalk
Everywhichaway
New York gets a mayor worth a damn and all of a sudden, the Knicks are on the cusp of a championship. There is a message in here somewhere
The worst thing to happen to the restaurant industry
