This post is dedicated to anyone who is struggling with any type of addiction.

A huge snowball of energy, my gosh.... hes such a cute pup. i love him, scrap that we all love him

There are moments in life that quietly become core memories, and bringing home our puppy, Oreo, was one of them. Look at this burst of sunshine.... I am a dog mom...

There are certain headlines that should never become normal.The kidnapping of children is one of them.

The day I stepped away from organized religion and my identity as a Christian was the day my life truly began, Not overnight. Not dramatically. There was no lightning strike, no sudden rebellion, maybe sort of lol,, no deep hatred toward Christianity or religion itself. It was more like waking up slowly after years of sleeping through my own existence. In many ways, my eyes opened much like Eve’s after she tasted the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden. I no longer saw myself as a slave to a belief system. Instead, I started noticing the world around me with fresh clarity. I began to sense energies both light and heavy in people, places, and moments. The plants, the earth, the sun, the wind… everything started to fall into place.

I love my husband to the ends of the earth.and him spilling hot coffee on my lap on the way to Austin might have re-drawn the map.

A scandal is brewing in the Nigerian internet.... Social Media... but the real story isn’t the affair. It’s the abuse, the double standard, and the way we always find a way to blame the woman.

There are nights when life becomes unbearably loud in my head. Nights when I sit quietly and think about death — not in fear, but in deep reflection. About how every single human being on this earth is moving toward the same destination, yet we spend our entire lives struggling as though we can outrun it

If you’ve ever been around Nigerian parties, street corners, or family gatherings, you’ve probably come across the irresistible aroma of freshly fried puff puff. It’s one of those snacks that instantly feels like home...

Yesterday started like any other day,until I grabbed my phone to say good morning to my husband, only for me to notice he sent me two house listings. One of them immediately caught my attention: an 8-bedroom, 11.5-bathroom masterpiece priced at a jaw-dropping $49 million. Yes, $49 million. The kind of number that makes you pause, laugh a little, and then dream… just a little bigger. I didn't question it, I accepted it.

Sometimes the best memories are made on the road, and our recent family trip to Orange Beach was exactly that, one of the most beautiful experiences I’ve had as a mom and a wife.

There’s something deeply comforting about coming back to something you once loved. For me, that “something” is baking.