True Friendship Endures

When trying to become someone’s friend, the first thing someone may do- is ask what their name is or introduce themselves. Answer this question, “Does God have a name?” Some of you may say he has many names, some of you say he has no name and yet other people say that it is “God” or “Lord”. Before you answer, considered what the Bible says. “You, whose name is Jehovah, you alone are the Most High over all the earth.”  – Psalms 83:18 (clicking the link below will take you to the bible verse of Psalms 83:18 as well as the other verses quoted in this blog)

Now that we know what the book of Psalms eighty three and verse eighteen says, we can also learn that “although God has many titles, he has only one name” – taken from Exodus 3:15. We can learn so much about our God, Jehovah, by digging deep into the bible. Do you think God wants you to become his friend? The book of Acts 17:27 helps us appreciate one fact; God does not want to remain unknown. He is not a mystery; He wants us to get to know him. Having knowledge of God’s name can be the first step to having a friendship with Him. Below you will find a link to a video that will enlighten you. I’m sure you’ll find the video very interesting. Just click and enjoy. If you have a question please ask. I will do my best to reply in a timely manner.





Define Me…

My hair doesn’t define who I am! My hair doesn’t say I’m not qualified! My hair does not say I’m a rebel. My hair says I am who I am and that I am African American. I was raised to love who I am. I have always loved my hair. It was always long, thick and black. From a toddler, my mother has always told my sisters and me that we are beautiful. Not to sound conceited, but we are.

I can remember when I was probably between the ages of eight and ten. Someone was always making a comment about my hair. Those comments were never derogatory. The one thing I didn’t like about my hair was that when I got old enough to style it myself I couldn’t. From the sixth grade all the way through high school I had to rely on my oldest sister, Precious, or my younger sister, Lisa to style my hair every morning before getting on the bus to go to school. And if one of them were mad at me for some reason, I was going to have to tackle my head myself. I guess I was never really in tune with the needs of my hair. I was more concerned with how my big, crooked feet looked in my shoes more than anything else. At that age I had it backwards. I actually thought my feet defined who I was.


When I was in Abu Dhabi this past February, I came to the realization that my hair does define who I am. I saw many women, young and old, of color who were proud of their rich heritage. I don’t know what country they originated from, but they walked tall, heads held high and their hair was not Americanized. I am American and with all the “Natural  Girls Rock” campaigns you would think we, as an American race, would not stereotype or define a person by the way their hair is naturally. LET ME SAY THAT AGAIN….. “N.A.T.U.R.A.L.L.Y”! It is who we are. It is who I am.

Why does some of white America define who we, me, or should I say, I am before getting to know WHO I AM first?  You like who I am on paper. (My resume) But wait until I walk through the door. Look at her hair…..”She’s too Black! Maybe we can find someone the customer can connect with.” My hair, natural hair, closed many doors for me. I was very qualified for the job, but my natural hair was not getting me the job. I wanted to see exactly what would happen if I gave in to the “creamy crack”. (Sodium hydroxide hair relaxers) So I relaxed my hair and on another interview, with the same person, I was hired. Yes, hired just like that. I’m not saying that this is the case for all African American women. All I’m saying is this how it happened to me and for me.


Twenty days in the United Arab Emirates was very enlightening. I am on a new journey with my hair and I am so excited to see what lies ahead. I am inspired by my baby sister, Lisa. She had been natural for six plus years and has no problem cutting it off and starting all over again. I admire her for that. I want to tell you that my hair does define who I am. My hair says I am qualified! My hair says I am as beautiful as the day my mother told me I was. My hair is who I am. I love my hair and always have.

My sisters & me

The look that got me the job (relaxed hair)

She has my approval….

There’s this beautiful lady whom I admire so much, she my baby sister. When I owned my salon, some time ago, she was the best assistant any stylist could ever have or want. She knew what my left had was going to do before I did. She was my right hand gal. Those were the good ole days. She has come to the realization that even though she fight’s with depression she can still see light at the end of the tunnel. I admire her for that. Amo a mi familia!image

Love Everything Hair

I love everything “Hair”. I have been doing hair since I was eighteen years old. I owned my first salon at the ripe young age of twenty-two and it was fabulous, or at least I thought it was. So I have had this love affair with all things “hair” since. While in Dubai, someone very dear to me booked three of us gals a mani/pedi at this Day Spa Haven called “Tips and Toes”.

As we arrived I had expected to pull up at a mall of some sort but, it was a villa! It was nice looking from the outside and I was dying to get inside. As we walked up the steps to go inside there was a sign right outside the front door on the building stating the services they offered. And they offer a sweet variet of services.  I wish I had gotten a shampoo and blow dry style while I was there but, fear stopped me. If you’re anything like me you have to see what a stylist can do before jumping in head first.

Reaching for the door handle we went in. The front area was unusually interesting  and so was the greeting. However the spa was pretty.  We were then called into another room, one by one,  where we were asked to have a seat. I must tell you that my experiences with the nail salons in the U.S. are somewhat different than what we experienced in Abu Dhabi at “Tips and Toes”.  Each of us had one Filipino woman doing our manicure, one doing our pedicure, and one doing our back massage. Can I say I felt like royalty! I was very tense before getting the massage and very relaxed afterwards. I will most definitely go back! If you’re planning a trip to Abu Dhabi  put “Tips and Toes” on the itinerary.  Oh and one more thing, the nail tech’s are super nice. Here is their website



It was February 8, 2016 and I was on my way to meet you for the first time. It was the night of February 8th when we landed and I was so excited to be on vacation for the first time away from the U.S. I wanted to see everything you wanted to show me and I wanted to see it all at that very moment. The first thing I wanted to experience was a salon/spa atmosphere however my first sighting, from afar, was the “Burj Al Arab” and it looked just like it did on my goggle search. Here’s a picture of my first sighting, the “Burj Al Arab”.