The Comfort That Hits After Clocking Out
After a 2-hour commute and the kind of traffic that tests your faith, there’s nothing like kicking your shoes off, lighting a candle, and letting early-2000s R&B heal your spirit.
Choosing Comfort in Chaos (Even When Life Gets Ghetto)
I refuse to stress over anything I can’t control not this government shutdown, not these bills, not one thing. Because sometimes comfort looks like honesty, grace, and picking up the phone to say, “hey, things might be late this month.