Everywhere we turn, we can find a wealth of information being shared about the types of men we should stay away from. We often forget to acknowledge all of the Black Men that “show up” for us.
I saw so many men in my family do just that, “show up” for the women they love; Taking care of them through sickness, providing for them, accepting them, supporting them, loving them.
I know that I am not the only woman who has had the privilege of being exposed to Black Men that “show up”.
This book is a simple acknowledgment that they exist, are appreciated, and are seen.
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Girl Get Your Shine On: It Is Never Too Early To Practice Gratitude, Self-Love, and Reflection$20.00
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Vibin’ With Tonza: Affirmations and Activities to Encourage Women on Their Path to Empowerment$15.00
Gregarious Gabby: Not Your Typical Girly Girl$10.00
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I am a woman, single mother, and daughter living in North Carolina. Since 1999 I have dedicated myself to advocating for the voiceless as a criminal defense attorney. In 2016 as a result of a series of unfortunate events I decided to pursue my passion for writing and advocating for women by being transparent about my journey here on this earth.
Growing up, I moved back and forth between New York and North Carolina. Hence, my personality is a little bit city and a little bit country (although I prefer the term southern).
For so many years, I suppressed my dreams and desires. I feared rejection and failure. This fear made me work hard to live the way I thought the world wanted me to live. I excelled academically, I worked hard, I tried to make everyone around me comfortable. Periodically I would rebel against societal standards by acting out. While these acts of rebellion gave me temporary relief from the sense of suffocation I felt, they also gave me a false sense that I was living my life fearlessly. The reality was I was moving further and further away from figuring out who I was and what made me happy. I was being self-destructive.
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