Arriving to Havana, Cuba is kinda like stepping out of a time-machine back into the 1950's. A latin paradise of cigar smoking, mojito drinking and salsa dancing; Cuba was one of the most fascinating places I've ever been to. The photos aren't lying, the city is really filled with romantic vintage cars and beautiful pastel colored spanish architecture. This trip was especially special to me because it was really a time to disconnect, it's very rare that I don't have my phone in hand and being there is barley any cell service we got to really be present, present is really where I want to always be....
I’ll never forget my first time catching a fish, I was with my dad in the keys and in that very moment I really thought I was the coolest person in the world. My dad always had a way of making me feel that way. Being born and raised in Miami going down to the keys was a quick weekend get away for my family and I. This past week I made my way to Hawks Cay resort reminiscing all the summer moments I had there from my childhood. So much was just as I remembered and with all the incredible renovations they've done over the years there was much more I got to explore.
I love that we set aside a whole day to honor and celebrate the women who raised us. My mom was an amazing mother who dedicated her life to me. She was selfless yet strong- and the most beautiful woman I know. Mother’s Day holds a special place in my own heart because of the little one who made me a mom, Nyah Laylanni. I love waking up to her little feet kicking me in the face and her beautiful ‘morning breath’ filled smile. Those are the moments that remind me motherhood is truly special, and fostering her growth is my favorite job of all, ever, forever.
I remember those morning when I would wake up & remember to shave and it always felt like an accomplishment and then hours later that high would come crashing down when I'd feel an itch and realize, razor burn! Surprise surprise razors are definitely the culprit and I am so relieved to toss mine out the window!
I am me; not you, not he, not she, not a “good” girl, not a bad girl, not even your girl– I am a woman but before I am a woman I am a huMAN yet I am still seen as a subordinate, unequal to man. I have a monthly membership fee of 80 cents to every mans dollar working till I bleed to catch up to what men have easier than me. Blood flows from me every 28 days or so and reminds me that I, woman, know more than anyone what it’s like to work through the pain. I was born with a vagina but before that any of that I am a huMAN.