I thought a Person Who Hadn’t Been Tubing Said Something….

I’m at least 82% sure I’ll never go tubing again. Not that the experience wasn’t thrilling, I just think it was a one time deal for me. 

A few weeks ago, the minions (my children) and I decided to go tubing. I call them my minions because they are my lifelong sidekicks. We needed something outdoors to do because we were bored. Usually, we go hiking on the weekends. But, we wanted to try something new.

So, I googled every tubing place in a three hour radius from our house. Some places were closed due to Covid. Some places had age restrictions. I googled, searched social media, and finally called a viable option. 

We chose Wilderness Cove Tubing and Camping in Saluda, North Carolina. This location is about 2 hours west of Charlotte, NC. There are about two or three other tubing companies along the same road. I’m sure they are all about the same caliber. However, I like the prices and setup of Wilderness Cove.

That morning, July 3rd, we headed down to Saluda. We took highway 74, then several back roads. The last road down to the tubing location was heavily winding and going down deep. I was afraid my poor little sports car couldn’t take it.

Once we got there, they had plenty of parking. Which was great because it was a holiday weekend. There was a very long line to the paystation. Yes, they take cards and cash. There were two restroom stations. That’s important to me because of the minions. You never know when they’ll have to go. Now, I have to be honest. With the climate of our country, I was a bit nervous. We were the only black people out there when we arrived. However, everyone out there was kind and hospitable, joking with the kids. I felt ZERO tension. After paying and picking up our tubes, we headed over to the river.

I asked the boy if he wanted to tether to us. Wilderness Cove gave us two tethering cords, so the kids would float attached to my float. The boy decided that he did not want to tether to us. I know, I know. I can hear every black momma rolling over on the couch saying, “He doesn’t get a choice. You’re the momma!” Well, I gave him the choice. The girl decided to tether immediately, of course.

The journey began smoothly. The water was calm. We took pictures and videos documenting our journey. But right around 1 quarter into our trip, the water changed. There were tons of rocks, which created rapids. The boy was slightly ahead of us. The water became insanely bumpy. As we rounded the end of the first set of rapids, the boy flipped out of his tube (he had on a life jacket). He floundered in the water in a panic. I was able to grab him by the arms and catch his tube on my foot. In one fell swoop, I used all of my arm and leg strength to toss him into his tube. Thank God I lift at the gym!

He was done! He no longer wanted to tube. The girl and I were still doing ok. She did flip off her tube, but she handled it like a champ. She crawled onto my lap and then scooted into her tube. After the first rapids, my son decided to tether to our tubes. 

All along the river, people were everywhere. There were people swinging off ropes that were suspended from trees, jumping into the water. Kids were jumping off rocks into the water, little people. I was in shock. I loved how the people who passed us constantly asked us if we were ok; they witnessed the three tube tips. Everyone out there was like one big family.

After about two hours on the river and multiple rapids later, we pulled to the side to disembark. My booty was sore from bumping all the rocks. The following days, I had bruises up and down my legs. We were soaked from head to toe and sore all over. We boarded the bus and headed back to the tubing station.

Overall, it was not a bad experience, just different. I enjoyed the camaraderie. I loved the coolness of the water, especially on such a hot day. I think the fear of my son dimmed the experience. So, maybe when they are older, we can try again. 

Do you tube?

Peace That Surpasses All Understanding

I woke up this morning in a panic. I grabbed my mouth and rubbed my fingers over each of my teeth. They were all there and none were loose. This may come across as strange to you, but I was having a moment. That morning, I had the most terrible dream. I can firmly say this morning because I specifically remember when I had this dream. 

Around 5 am, I got out of bed to go use the restroom. I returned to bed afterwards and had a bit of trouble drifting back to sleep. However, without me realizing it, I was sailing into another dream. In my dream, I was at a nighttime cookout with my family. My cousins and I walked out of the house to the back deck and I tickled my front, lower tooth with my tongue. It felt loose. So, I went to feel it with my hand, and it came out of my gums. As I held it, it dissolved in my hand. Panicked, I rubbed the rest of my teeth. A handful came out in my hand and with my tongue, I could feel the missing spaces in my mouth. I threw the teeth down on the ground and my cousins began to laugh. I was so upset that I woke up.

I immediately rolled over and pulled my phone off the charger. I googled, “What does losing teeth in a dream mean?” Several results came up ranging from emotions from losing a family member to depression. However, the ones that really stuck out to me were stress, anxiety, and major changes underway. I feel my stress and anxiety is directly related to the pandemic and the return to school plan.

As you know, I am an assistant principal. As much as I regularly make jokes, last week crushed my spirit. The governor announced that South Carolina schools will have students come back five full days. Our district made a plan and as leaders, we had to develop a feasible plan to ensure students and staff are safe when they return.

Last week, our leadership team met to discuss this plan. The entire week was filled with Zoom. In the past, our leadership week consisted of all the school leaders meeting at the district office devising a plan to create a successful school year. The fellowship among the leaders is encouraging. This year, we lost that camaraderie. You may laugh, but I even miss the ice breakers. I miss meeting the new administrators and making them laugh. This year is going to be different and it has my anxiety on 10.

To help calm my nerves, I decided to go to a place that could give me strength. The bible. I was directed to a passage and I immediately felt my morning soul lighten. Matthew 6:25-34

25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?

26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?

28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:

29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?

32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.

33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” (Biblegateway.com)

I had to remember something. God has placed me exactly where he wanted me to be because he knows that I can handle whatever task lies ahead of me. With this, I gained an internal peace. I am utterly grateful for the peace of God that surpasses all understanding.

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I Choose Me

A few days ago, I was listening to the radio. Tamia’s song “Me” began to play and I realized that I am truly happy with where I am in life. I am happy because I choose me. Choosing me means loving myself for who I am and choosing to do things that make me happy. No one controls your happiness but you. 

There are generally two thoughts on how to be happy. One is giving to others and the other is taking care of yourself. I prefer a mixture of the two. As an educator, mom and wife, I do a lot of giving back. So, in my personal life I choose to do ME.

As a teenager, I was a very angry kid. I hated my circumstances. I grew up in a single family home where my mom worked multiple jobs. She was rarely home. My siblings and I had to do everything for ourselves. It was challenging and forced me to grow up too soon. I also grew up without enjoying many things that my peers did; family vacations, bike rides, summer camps, etc. As I began to mature and find success, I had to figure out why I still was not happy. I had a husband, kids, cars, and a great job, but I was miserable.

I decided to find myself. I was in my thirties and realized that I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t have any hobbies. I only had a few friends, which I rarely called or texted. Going to work was like going through the motions. I was not happy. I went on a spiritual and personal journey to get to the bottom of my feelings.

The first thing I realized was that my childhood church ruined my perception of life. I grew up in a holiness church. The rules were insane. Bible thumpers, don’t come in my comments with foolishness either. We couldn’t wear pants, dye our hair, get our nails painted, etc. It was insane. It ruined how I viewed people. I had to change my perception on what God really cares about. So, I actually read the bible and studied for myself. I got rid of those negative outlook and realized that God is love. That’s what he cares about. Not whether my nails have polish or not.

The next thing I had to work on was what hobbies I enjoyed. I care about my health, so I naturally leaned towards the gym. Instead of going randomly, I created an actual care plan. I began to go every other day at 5:30 am. I knew my personality. I could not go to the gym after work. I had to cook, help with homework and was usually slam tired. So, I forced myself to become a morning gym person. Those workouts have helped my self-perception and my self-esteem.

I remember as a kid once, my dad took us to the beach. Also, in college, I did a study abroad program in England. I wanted to regain the feelings I had back then. So, I began to join travel groups online. A big thread that popped up at the time was the Aruba Soul Beach Festival. I saw pictures and the music line up and was enamored. I wanted to go. So, I asked my friends and I asked my husband. Nope, no one committed. So, I went back to the thread and noticed that someone wanted a travel buddy. I messaged her. She, another girl, and I decided to make that journey. It was the best decision I ever made. I traveled without my family for the first time. It was a different experience. Since then, I have committed to at least one trip a year with a group of friends. It has allowed me to visit multiple countries and gain experiences I would have missed otherwise.

Lastly, I wanted to work on my professional life. I was a teacher, at the time and was in grad school for education administration. So, I worked on my resume and professional responsibilities. I was a great teacher and wanted to help others. So, I began presenting strategies at learning conferences. This also enabled me to travel for free and added to my resume! After two years, I gained an assistant principal position. But, of course that wasn’t enough for me. I began blogging and working on books. Now that I have published a book, I am working on more. I love being able to share my thoughts with the world. 

I hope that by learning who I am, you learn who you are. 

What makes you happy?

Marek and Saniah’s Pirate Adventure

During quarantine, I began to spend a ton more time with my kids. We became obsessed with making up stories to help us pass the time. Because of our big imaginations, we decided to write some of our stories down for publication later. The kids insisted that we actually publish the book. I reached out to my painter friends to help me find an illustrator. My friend Damon introduced me to William. We met virtually and began to visualize the book. After months of work, we finally published our first book.

I have always been in love with reading. It has been the one constant in my life. It has helped me live while growing up in poverty. I read constantly. I lived vicariously through the characters. Now, I decided to allow my children to be characters themselves. Our pirate adventure is the first in a series of imagination adventures. The book is available for purchase now on Amazon.

Kareem: A Short Story

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“Another man was slain today in Uptown after a violent night of protests. We here at WCTV…”

Chanda  turned the television off before heading to work. It had been a long week of civil unrest after a young man was gunned down by the police. She grabbed her phone to scroll mindlessly through her social feed, to try and relieve herself of the trauma she was witnessing. She wanted to protest too. She felt overcome because she felt that by protesting, her work contract could be compromised. It was so early to be fighting these emotions. Chanda’s silent protest was working with children each day. Making sure they learn and feel safe. She grabbed her keys,  lunch bag, and  laptop bag, and opened the door to the garage. She briefly left the car door open to run back in the house to grab a water bottle. 

Chanda came back to the car and saw a missed text message from her boss: 

“We will need to meet first thing this morning. I expect everyone to be there!”

“What does he want now?” Chanda thought to herself.

The morning drive isn’t bad. Chanda lives right around the corner from the school. She drives slowly in her 2011 Toyota Forerunner. She makes sure to watch her pace, since she passes school children walking to school. She turns into the parking lot and the weight of her world settles on her chest. She looks in mirror and recites her daily mantra:

“I am here to serve, my heart is open, I will learn and grow!”

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My UTI Saved My Life

Usually I’m pretty quiet about my personal life, but since I had a minor scare this year I figured I could help my ladies. I mostly post funny memes, but deep inside I have been sitting on pins and needles since February. 

I’m always down to try new products, right. I saw this add about alternatives to pads and tampons. Since I’m a health nut, I’m like YES. I want to try this! So, I did some research on the product and headed over to the “lady” aisle in Target. What’s the product, you may ask? It was the Diva Cup.

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I bought it right before my next cycle came on. Day 1 was great. I put it in just right. No leaks or anything. The day went so well that I decided to promulgate its effectiveness to my girls in the group chat. Day 2 was not so great. I kept having breakthrough spills. Plus, I was at work and changing it out was a disaster. Side note: you need to take it out to pee. I’ll explain later. I am so glad I decided to wear a pantyliner. 

For the rest of my cycle, I decided to go back to tampons. The Diva Cup was entirely too much of a hassle. As the days progressed, I noticed that my urine was dark. I figured it was because I am slack about drinking water at work. I’m an assistant principal and my day is insane. I never sit down and rarely remember to use the restroom. But, the next day….UGH!!

It was a Friday night and I was about to head out with my girls to a Soca party. You know how I feel about Soca parties (see previous blog post). After my shower, I had to pee like crazy. It was nothing but a drip! That’s weird, right. So, I finish and get dressed to leave the house. I get to the party and we’re drinking. I have to pee like every five minutes, but it is still a drip. I figured it was the alcohol. Then, my night took a sinister turn. I had spotting when I went to the restroom. Weird, because my cycle had gone off days prior.

So, I go home and I am worried as all get out. The next morning, I tell hubby what’s going on. He’s like, “Yo, you need to go to the minute clinic.” I decided to get my hungover tail up and run to Target. The wait was like 30 minutes. I’m sitting out there looking crazy. At the appointment, I learned that I was experiencing my very first UTI. It was so bad that she wanted me to get a full check up with my primary care physician.

A few days later, I visited my OB. First of all, let me tell you how dope she is. She is the beautiful, tall Black girl with a very laid back personality. Can you tell how much I love her? So, she does a check up and was like, “What in the world did you do?” I explained my life and she immediately noticed the problem. The darn Diva Cup. When I went to the restroom with it in, it obstructed my urethra from expelling all of my urine. Therefore, some bacteria that would usually wash out, stayed in my system and created a bacteria feast in my bladder. She also noted that she would call with my pap results in a few days.

The dreaded call came. She explained how my pap showed signs of HPV and that she would need to take samples of my cervix for further examination. She scheduled for me to come in late February, after I came back from Colombia. Terrified, I went in and she had to snip snip. It was super uncomfortable, but not terribly painful. She explained that on a scale of 1 to 10, her concern for me was at a level 3. Apparently, this happens frequently. It can happen from using baby powder, soaps, sex, etc. The results came back a few days later and I received THEE call.

Dr. B, the coolest physician in the world, explained that I did have some precancerous sections on my cervix and that she would need to remove them. WHAT!!! She explained that she would need to do a LEEP procedure, where they burn off sections of your cervix. My eyes were the size of quarters. The problem, Covid-19. These results came in right around the time the city was shutting down to prevent the spread. So, she tentatively scheduled my operation for June 9th.

Leading up to the appointment, I was told to get my Covid-19 test done. It was simpler than I originally thought; just a swab in my nose. The Q-Tip was mad long though. That test came back negative, thankfully. They gave me this special antibacterial soap I was supposed to wash with before the procedure. So, on to my actual appointment.

Before the appointment, I was nervous AF. So nervous that I cleaned my entire kitchen, went to the gym, and had to “use” the bathroom. I guess I didn’t know what to expect. I decided to google LEEP. I learned that this was a 10 to 15 minute procedure where they literally burn off pieces of your cervix. To protect from pain, the doctor injected a local anesthesia. I could feel the pressure, but no pain. Except that one time she went a little too far over….the burn lawd!!

First of all, due to my anxiety I misread the email. My appointment was at 8:30 and I arrived at 9:30. I apologized and begged them to let me get this done today. If not, I think my nerves would have been jacked up forever! She told me to sit down and she would see what she could do. They literally called me back five minutes later.

My doctor walked in and was like, “Look, you late. I’m doing this between other appointments. If you got questions, you better tell me now because we’re getting this thing started.”

I was like, “Nah, you straight. Do what you gotta do.”

She put my grounding on, so I wouldn’t get fried by the current. Pried me open with the speculum, and heated up her tools. While it was baking, she gave me the anesthesia. During this time, she explained how the procedure would go and to let her know if I felt anything. I kid you not, I literally felt NOTHING

When she was about to get started, she was like, “It’s mad quiet in here. We need some music.”

I was like, “I have my phone. I got a dope Pandora station I could play. But, It’s hip hop and has cussing in it.”

She was like, “That’s my favorite type!”

I turned on my Megan Thee Stallion station on Pandora. My nurse, my doctor and I jammed while she cooked my insides. The procedure literally took about 10 minutes, then she had to clean the wounds. So, overall, I was there for a total of 45 minutes. After she was done, she let me lay there a few minutes to make sure I didn’t get light headed.

When I stood up to get dressed, a red cardinal flew into the window. He tapped the window two more times. I’m big into signs. I researched what it meant. Red cardinals are seen as spiritual guides to let you know you’re ok. They are there to comfort you. They are a sign that you are on the right track and that your good deeds are about to be recognized. With all the things I have going on, I definitely appreciated that sign. 

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Once I stood up, I realized that I had to pee so bad. But I was scared. Would it hurt? Would it burn? Will I see crazy stuff that will make me freak out? I stood up, dressed and slowly walked down the hall to the restroom. Once again, I was over dramatic. I used that bathroom and it was barely anything that dripped out. Maybe in the future I’ll research ways to calm my anxiety. If I do, I’ll post it here.

Aftercare according to Hopkins Medicine:

  • Wear a sanity napkin in case you drip. You’ll need it for the next few days, as you will spot. You cannot use a tampon!
  • Do not stick anything up your hoohaa. That includes tampons or penises.
  • No heavy lifting or crazy activity.
  • You may need ibuprofen for cramping or pain.
  • If you notice heavy discharge, pain, or weird smells, call your doctor!

Thanks for following me through this crazy procedure. I still have to get an additional follow-up check up in 2 weeks. If something crazy comes up, I’ll edit this post to add the findings. Have you had something crazy happen to you? Leave a note in the comments! Like and share please!


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Day Trip: DC

Have you ever taken a flight out in the morning, ate, and returned that night?? A few months ago, a friend of mine who works for an airline told me that on his off days, he catches flights to other cities for brunch. I was shocked! Why hadn’t I thought of that?! So, being theContinue reading “Day Trip: DC”

Table of Contents:

Girls’ Day in the City


Atlanta Feature

Level Up

River Tubing

Peace that Surpasses All Understanding

Girls’ Trip

Writing My first Book


My UTI Saved My Life

  1. Gee! If only I could turn back the hands of time some 25 yrs back, I’ll be right there by…


A few weeks ago, I strolled through Instagram looking for beach pictures. I was stuck on lock down and needed a virtual vacation. I was drawn into stand up paddle boarding. I was sucked in because of the beautiful scenery. The peace, the water, and the gorgeous natural backdrops screamed for me to try it. I scoured the internet to find a good deal. I found a great deal at Wal-mart on my Uenjoy paddleboard. My board is inflatable, which is helpful when you don’t have a rack on your car. It comes with the paddle, air pump, a fin, a repair kit, and the carrying case (super large book bag). It’s a great deal for all that comes in the package.

I decided to try it right away. While I was out paddling for the first time, I felt inspired by the beauty I encountered. I also wished I had more friends to go out with me. I understand that everyone likely will not want to be out on water, with only a board holding you up. I also wished I had a go pro camera to document the beauty. A cell phone doesn’t begin to capture the color and the lines of the wide open lake and tree line. Until then, I’ll document it in words.

Obstacles: My first time out, I tripped over the rocks. I walked my board down to the water line and laid my board out on the water. McDowell Park has a beautiful lake that I wanted to try out. I had to laugh at myself when I nearly fell in the water. But I persevered. I refuse to let obstacles stop me from achieving my goals, in the water or in life. I regained my balance and crawled on top of my board.

Balance: My stomach did flips. I had already tripped, so I was nervous I would fall off the board in front of all of the fisherman on the lake. I steadied my board and climbed on carefully. I sat on my knees until I felt steady. I didn’t feel courageous enough to try and stand all the way up. In life, take baby steps until you feel more confident. However, you gotta keep pushing and trying.

Slow Down: I almost got caught in a fishing line. There is a pier at the edge of the lake. There was this guy fishing on the pier. When I first got on my board, I was kneeling and decided to take off in the water, like I was in a kayak. I twirled in circles and started towards his fishing line. He freaked out, I freaked out. I nearly fell off my board. I slowly creeped back to the water line and decided to try it all over again. It’s perfectly fine to start over, in life and on your board.

Relax and Enjoy the Ride: Once I started over, I began to figure out what worked for me. I got off the board at the water line and caught my breath. I had to steady my nerves. There were people staring, but I refused to give up. I crawled back on my board, and sat down. I remembered all the techniques I learned from Youtube and began to paddle. I was able to navigate around the fishing line and wave at the bystanders.

I learned a lot that day. First, I learned that I want to paddle every river and lake in the world! I have been researching places like crazy. I’m addicted. Second, I was able to use that time to reflect on how I want to be as a person in my everyday life…serene. Finally, I hope many more people decide to try new things. Don’t be scared! You got this!

Love in the time of Corona

March 13th, I came back home from Charleston, South Carolina. I was down there for a recruitment trip, as a representative of my school district. The career fair was sparse with applicants. There were more schools there than potential employees. The hum was in the air, but I did not realize what the hum meant.

When we arrived, the college explained that we were to follow the “no-touch” mandate. We could not shake hands, fist bump or hug any of the students. HUH?!?! They also handed us a large hand sanitizer, accompanied by a tiny one in our gift bags.


When I arrived back home, I did not realize that I would not be leaving my house again until mid-May. That Friday night, I received a call from my principal that said we are no longer allowed in the school building. He also indicated that school would be closed until further noticed. This sent shock vibes through me. Maybe I didn’t have 20/20 vision because I did not see this coming.

After being home for a week and realizing that I would have to cancel my upcoming trips, due to Corona, I entered into a deep depression. I remember it so vividly. One Sunday morning, I came downstairs and saw my family moving around like usual. My kids were watching cartoons in the living room and my husband was cooking breakfast. I stood at the bottom of the steps and couldn’t move. My husband turned and saw me, rushed over and began to squeeze me with the biggest bear hug imaginable. That’s when it happened. I CRIED! Not a little bit. Big alligator tears. Crying that makes your chest heave. Crying where snot drips out of your nose and rolls into your mouth. Nasty, ugly crying.

He held me and then proceed to lay with me on the couch. We laid there for at least an hour. I could hear the kids mumbling in the background and him gently explaining what was happening. I am forever grateful to him for that moment. I realize now that I needed that moment to happen for my breakthrough. Once you hit the bottom, you have no choice, but to go up. His love in that moment rescued me and helped me gain my strength. After this breakdown, I became the creative I am right now.

The Corona Cry put things into perspective for me. I realized that I needed to add structure back into my life and develop a new normal. Since creating structure, my creativity, self love, stability, and happiness have come back into my life.

1.Virtual Parties

I am a big party girl! I work hard, but I play hard too. When my Ziggy Marley concert got postponed on March 13th, I did not think I would make it. However, a new world opened up online. Many DJs began to host virtual parties. From DJ D Nice to DJ Beverly Bond, we were rocking. You can either watch it on your phone or play it on your TV. Swizz Beatz and Timbaland introduced us to the Verzuz Battles. My favorite was Erykah Badu and Jill Scott, of course. However, we did get a good laugh from Teddy Riley with the sound errors.


2. Exercise

I am a self-proclaimed gym rat. Pre-covid 19, I worked out every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning at 5:45 am. I would go in for an hour and burn all of my troubles away. I am 100% sure that the gym closure led to my depression. So, I had to create an alternative. I began to walk each morning at 7:45 am and did twenty minutes of floor exercises afterwards. Floor exercises ranged consisted of yoga, sit ups, planking, squats, and lunging. Exercising releases endorphins, which helps you feel less pain and develop happy feelings.

3. Get Creative

What do you want to achieve? I used this time to find my passion and gain new skills. I created this website (yes, I know it’s mediocre) and began writing books. I have written children books and self help books. Spending time with my children helped me explore art projects and outdoor time. We planted a garden. I didn’t realize how much I needed this time.

4. Speak to Your Loved Ones

The unknowns of this disease left me emotionally paralyzed. I had to process how to spend time with friends and family, but not visit them. Before the pandemic, I visited my mom once a week and had ladies night with my girls once a month. I frequently traveled to visit friends who lived out of town. We developed a few solutions. The House Party app lets you play games with friends. Zoom allowed me to have ladies’ night virtually, while sipping our wine. To see my parents, I drove over and eyed them from the driveway. I had to make sure they were ok. We would chat through a window…lol.

5. Travel the World

A month before the quarantine, I had just come back from Cartagena, Colombia. Since Covid-19, I had to cancel three trips: Caribana in Toronto, Carnival in Atlanta, and spring break in New Orleans. This, too, contributed to my Corona Cry. One day, my daughter came up with a brillian idea, virtual travel. We went on Youtube and virtually visited Amsterdam, Canada, Italy, and New York.

6. Create a Schedule

The first few weeks were rough because I could not find my balance. Each weekday, I would wake up at 5:30 am to go to the gym. Afterwards, return home to freshen up and get the kids ready for school. Then, we went to school/work for a full day. Returned home around 6 and cooked dinner. Baths and bed by 8:30 pm. Finally, quality time with hubby. I am very schedule based, so the down time messed me up. After a few weeks, I finally got a working routine: morning walk (7 am), online work (8am to 12pm), lunch, down time, dinner/ baths (7pm) and family time until bed. Having segmented times helped me cope.

7. Laugh

Find the funny in anything. According to helpguide.org, “Humor lightens your burdens, inspires hope, connects you to others, and keeps you grounded, focused, and alert. It also helps you release anger and forgive sooner” (Nov. 2019). I began to make more jokes with my family. We watched comedy specials and live stand-ups. I also learned to make teacher memes…lol

Life post-Corona will be different. In learning to cope with our current situation, we will also have to create a new normal, once things open back up. Try to incorporate things that bring you joy. Get rid of things that hold you back. Follow your dreams. We only have one life and you should live each day like it is your last.

How did you survive the quarantine? Leave your comments below and share this with a friend!

Who is SHE?

I grew up in Orangeburg, South Carolina and attended College of Charleston. While there, I earned a degree in education, and later a Master’s degree in education from Capella University. After graduation, I moved to Charlotte and taught in South Carolina for 6 years. While teaching , I earned my second degree in Administration from University of South Carolina. Currently, I am an assistant principal and author.

I began writing as an outlet. It provides relief and entertainment. I prefer children’s books, but I occasionally write academic pieces as I prepare for professional development presentations.

Why do this?

  • I am an educator and see the need for children to develop an imagination.
  • My children inspire me with new stories daily. I appreciate them for that.

I would love to be a part of your literary circle. Feel free to reach out to me for the following opportunities.

  • Professional development opportunities
  • Storytelling
  • Writer’s circles
  • Attend book clubs