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hey girl heyyyyyyyy!!!! 👀 chillleeeeeeeee I know, I know… the Sunday posts just keep getting later and later… but can I be honest with yall… my ass really be outside… like all day… from the farmers market to thrifting for vintage designer with friends… finding local eats… and if it’s warm enough outside, I might even throw in a dozen of crabs for a little razzle dazzle 😩😂 (iykyk)

as we get closer to fall, and the hours of sun become limited, I truly am making sure I am seizing every single ounce of warmth… and goodness out of my weekends… bc one thing about Tiffany… hunny ion do the cold. like at all. and so it has become essential that I am making the last few weeks of summer count…

I think we all should… become season depression is a real thing… hell, depression is a real thing… and the world doesn’t seem to be letting up with the heaviness, we all have to find some sort of joy to cling on to… and for me, that’s Sunday. because honestly, it is the one day, where I refuse to break my rituals… I refuse to not do the things that remind and reassure me that we can and will always find my way back.. to self… to love… to peace… to happiness… to my center… to my home within myself…

and that’s the essence I allow to carry me… whatever happened before today, before Sunday, is water under the bridge… and if I made it to Sunday, that’s my sign that the ebb didn’t take me under… now matter how hard it may have tried… and that I have everything I need to flow into my week of newness.

welp. that’s all I have for now. I pray you all had the most amazing weekend… and I pray that your new week continues to feel and flow just the same.

love yall big. all.ways.
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Miss New month— not you sashaying in here on a Sunday!!!!! It giving double blessed and highly favored!! I see you, showing out and things!!

no but on a serious note - I really needed you.. both of you… I really needed my Sunday, and I really needed a new month…

the last week of August did a number on my spirit and it ended heavier than I would have liked for it to… earth shattering in a sense…. I’m actively working through it and since it’s still so fresh and brings tears to my eyes, I think I’m going to keep it close to my heart for a second.. while I’m still processing and wrapping my mind around it… while I’m figuring out a way to balance my joy… my grief… my trauma… my triggers…

but in the meantime, thank God for therapy… thank God for Sundays… thank God for newness… including new months!!

this month my prayer is that we are all handled with care… and kindness and high regard… there’s a still a little bit of summer left, and I pray that we all continue to seize our current season… and that we all continue to find hope… and warmth… and joy…

because we truly do deserve!

Happy New Month InstaCousins… sending lots of love and comfort to you and your heart space… and if you have enough room… and the capacity, send a little back this way!

love yall big. all.ways.
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happy monday instacousins !!! sending lots of love… and positivity… and reassurance… and praying that your week is full… of love.. smiles… and support…

as we close out August, I pray that you each take time to notice the goodness and favor God has shown you.

also- don’t forget to stop and smell the flowers in your garden this week

big love. all.ways. 🌻

is it too late to show Sunday my love???

I sure hope not because I have so much to say!! Baby idk what it was but chilleeee the farmers market was buzzing tuhhdaaaayyy. you could really tell that everyone was truly trying to squeeze and seize every ounce of warmth, joy, and sunlight out of today. And it warmed my heart. I’m usually not one for large crowds, but today I understood

Summer is coming to an end and honestly it feels like it moved way too fast, like in a way that makes me a bit sad, and yet so much more aware. aware of how precious and delicate each season is… aware of how delicate and precious WE are… aware of the sobering reality that time truly doesn’t wait for any of us… and because of that, that it is up to US to ensure that we are fully present in our lives, being active participants in our joy, taking nothing, not even the seasons for granted

I know it’s so easy to get sidetracked with all the ebbs and flows of life, but my prayer is that this week, we take note. I pray that each of us intentionally stops, smell and marvel at the flowers blooming right in our very own gardens

because I truly believe that every once in a while, we all need to be reminded of our strength… and beauty… and perseverance… and faith… and even our favor.

also, sending big love to all of those kicking off the school year tomorrow, such as myself (I’m still gagging at the fact that I now have a freshman in college and HS, life really comes at you fast 🙂‍↔️). I am wishing a beautiful, safe and successful school year for all of us!!! And if you’re a teacher - you are truly one of the world’s greatest superheroes!

Happy Sunday Cousins. Love y’all Big.
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is it too late to show Sunday… and you… my heart?
idk if it was just me or not, but chillleeee last week felt like the longest week— ever. I know Ms Retrograde be trying to turn us every which way but loose, but something tells me our will to keep pushing… moving… flowing… loving… is much greater.

Idk if it felt long because every single day, something eventful took place, or, if it felt long because a lot of deep reflection and self work also took place… something i thought i had been doing for a while but now i realize neither was as deep as I thought.. and that awareness lead me to actually taking real action to truly do my (healing) work… and so in this new week, I will be having my first therapy session. It’s been 2 years since I last saw my therapist… our last session was scheduled for 03.22.22, the day my father passed away. and up until now, I have had no real desire to go back… because the pain of having to speak certain truths out loud was too great of a weight for my tiny and fragile voice to carry… I honestly hadn’t even taken notice of how fragile, how weak, shaky, unsure, my voice had become over the years… this voice that writes and affirms so many others yet to me, sounding foreign…

and that’s when I realized I needed to call a truce, between my current and actively grieving and compartmentalizing self, and the happy, and at peace, and accepting self I am now working towards becoming needed to come to terms, and move forward in agreement.

and I have decided that while grief may have carried me the last two years, I think I want love and wholeness to take it from here… I want the love from my tribe, my family, my friends, of my father, of myself, to now take the reigns and lead me… I want to get to a point where I can walk with my grief, rather than be carried by it… and so, that’s where I’m at… I’m looking forward… and I am excited about the newness and healing this week will bring.

well.. I hope you all had a beautiful weekend, and that Sunday has been kind to you.

may love and healing carry us all this week.
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ps. shout out to my tribe. yall are golden af.

throw back thursday…. but make it the lovergirl edition.

maybe it’s all the romance novels I’ve been listening to the last 2 weeks but baby, I’m over here all in my feels, but in a good way… so I figured why not give my inner lovergirl some attention and just sit the energy of that for a while… plus any time I get the opportunity to share a fav song of mine, I most certainly will rise to the occasion…

so, with that, may the energy of healthy healed and happy love continue to carry us through the remainder of this week..

Oh- and let this be your reminder that ‘s “Never Say Never” album is literally a masterpiece. It’s lowkey probably done double diamond in my car, and it should be in yours too!

ps: Dear future husband, right after I finish singing “how many ways” to you at the reception, we finna follow it up with this.. we can work out the musical logistics with the DJ so we can make sure it flow just right into whatever song you want.

thanks so much. looking forward to our forever 😘

happy new week cousins … i know I said this yesterday but i need to say it again… this weekend was everything I needed… it was unexpected yet perfect… simple, yet healing… when I woke up the morning my first internal thought literally was, “this is going to be an amazing week”… and i allowed that energy to carry me into my am routine… and when I stepped outside and felt the balance of sun with an unexpected crisp breeze, my first thought was even more affirmed… and I plan to allow that thought, that energy, that synergy, carry me throughout the course of this week.

I don’t typically posts on Mondays because I’m still in my thoughts figuring and planning out all of the ways I’m expected to show up but today, I answered the call… so I’m sharing a few gems and one of my favorite ones… all of which feels like warmth… and comfort… and doesn’t follow any rhyme or reason, and yet, it still flows… and feels good…

I hope you all have the most beautiful Monday, and that that beauty carries over… do something unexpected today… you never know what kind of joy it may spark

love yall big.

and here we are, blessed with another Sunday together… I must say, this weekend felt like perfect reset… like the kind of reset I never quite knew I needed… I spent my days in the sun… surrounded by people that I love (yall know that’s a usual for my Sundays though)… moving at a pace that truly felt like peace… no pressure… no timelines… and… yall gotta come close for this one… you ready— no children.

my spirit needed that… and I am so happy that I stood firm in this weekend being just about me, because in all honesty, I had nothing left to give our pour.. and real s**t, I didn’t like the way I was feeling walking around with an empty cup.

so this weekend was about embracing MY things… my joys… my missteps… my ideas… my truths… my goals… and I am thankful for each and every single one of things things, and the lessons… and the realizations… and everything else that came from me being at the center of my world for once…

I hope this weekend was kind to each of you, and I pray that the sweetness of Sunday lingers into your new week

love yall big. all.ways.

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may the blessing spin the block and multiple… again… and again… and again…

if you’re someone who follows astrological dates then you know it’s the lion’s gate portal… and while sending my morning voice note, I found myself saying to someone to just sit. sit with her feelings… her desires… her joy… her sadness even… sit with all of it.. acknowledge them… honor them… embrace them… and allow each of them to embrace her… fuel her and be the beginning of her prayers…

and so now I’m sharing the same words of love with each of you. embrace your things… and after you embrace them, release what no longer fits… as you make space, start to think about your something new… write it down… make it real… and lean in.

because we all deserve our season of good, bright, and sunny days. days that feel like the most perfect and calmest, cool breeze.

love yall. big. all.ways.
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is it too late to show Sunday my love?? Nah.. it’s not. So here I am. As many of you may have notice, my Sunday posts have gotten a tad later… and the only explanation is because I’ve really just been letting Sunday have her way. I allow her to take my hand and wherever I land, that’s where I dwell for a while.

Today she took my hand and led me to the farmer’s market (which happens often during the summer) and then she led me to the park where all the uncles were at… and she even gave my inner child some love by throwing in a snowball and making a few rainbow appear… and guess what… I couldn’t have asked for more.

and that led me to my intention for the new week, and the importance of taking notice of all that is going right… and all that is well...

as someone who has had my seasons of forceful ebbs, i speak from experience when I say, it’s so easy to miss out or overlook nuggets or pocket of joy… especially when the waves of life have been a little too rough for our liking…. but they matter… the nuggets and pockets, they matter. the baby steps, matter. and even the smallest ounce of progress, can and will add up.

so this week, I pray that we all willingly choose to focus on the good… and the right… and the ease… and the winks. no matter how big, or small.

I hope each of my InstaCousins have the most amazing week.

love yall big.

New Month is that you Miss Girl??? It sure is and guess what… we are so glad to be in this space… meeting you… no, WELCOMING you like this… full of hope… and optimism… and faith… and trust.

I mean it feels kind of perfect, right?

I sure hope so. Usually, I always go into a new month with the same attitude but something about the energy… and the conversations I’ve been having leading up to this new day that have me sitting with a lot. The other night my friend and I were sending voice notes (bc yall should know by now I love me a voice note 😂) and my good sis said something that echoed off the inner walls of self-awareness and realization

“nobody is going to give me the life I want” and when I heard it I had to sit with it… and really really really work to INNERstand what that meant. And for some, it may or may not resonate but for me, that s**t hit home. Because for a long time, I’ve been waiting for someone to help me cultivate this perfect life when the reality is, I gotta give it to myself. I’m the one who has to work to achieve it and maintain it… and if someone just so happens to come along and join me, I still need to make sure I’m doing everything I can to ensure that this life, MY life, still looks and feels exactly the way I want and need it to feel… and that is safe… and happy… and filled with ease… and acceptance… and regarded.

so I’m using this month to give me everything I need… and I think that may include a little break/fast in all spaces, including this one. to help me drown out the noise and tackle my short-term goals (I’ve been working in 90-day increments and I have a few things to knock off my 90-day list)

and so, I say all of that say, this month, do what you have to do to keep you sane, and whole, and safe, and happy, and calm.

because you deserve to feel all of those things. all.ways.

I hope you all have the most amazing August. Stay Soft, LoverHers and HealHers. Stay Soft.

oh, A also stands for “Alex”. So today feels like a perfect day to bask in the goodness of Alex Isley.

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is it too late to show Sunday my love??? Nah, I don’t think so…. and because of such, here I am. here we are. together… again… recentering… reaffirming… realigning… repurposing…. reimagining…

I’m sure we all are aware by now my Sundays are solely rooted in joy… and excitement … and beauty and allowing those very things be the fertile ground for the fruitful week ahead… and this Sunday is no different.

I just love how God always has a special way of making sure that I am surrounded and reminded of love and joy and the things that matter most on Sundays… it sounds super cliche but it’s true. I’ve come to realize that there aren’t too many Sundays where I am not with family or close friends be it intentionally or unintentionally, but it always ends of that way. I think about my father always, and on Sundays I am always reminded and flooded with some of the things we did together on Sundays that sparked the biggest joys and still does… and for that I am so so thankful… and blessed.

It’s so funny because at work this week, I told colleagues how the Sunday scaries don’t exist in my world… and Monday isn’t even a thought until she actually shows up… on Sundays that is the day where “staying present” coles naturally and just as easily as breathing… and I think there’s something oh so special and sacred about that…

anyhoo… I feel like I’m rambling so I’ll end it with this, I pray you all have the most amazing new week… and that that week is filled with nothing but love… and deep laughs… and lovergirl feels… and the sweetest reminders of just how good you are.

love yall big.

also, this is your reminder to stop listening to them sad ass songs all well. put on something that’s uplifting… and feels good… and reminds you of whatever you need to be reminded of ❣️

it’s throwback thursday… a day where I generally like to take time to revisit old post and share new ones… so when I went to round up what I was going to post, my only focus was finding words that feel like hugs. and not just any ol hug, but the kind WE give to one another when we need a safe space. the kind of safe space where our cries carry a certain tune that only we know the unspoken words to…

this week was more than exhausting… and heavy… it was down right sickening. no matter how much I tried to find things to distract myself I could not get Sonya Massey out of my mind. nor Sandra Bland. nor Breonna Taylor. nor Keona Holly. or the countless other Black Women who went unprotected, some whose name we may never know.

As a single Black Woman and as a mother of 2 Black children, male and female, I’m not sure what to do. Or how to feel. I honestly don’t even have the words. Because what does one say when thoughts and prayers no longer become enough? And at what stage in the game will enough be enough? Or will it ever get to that point? Will we ever get to that point? I wish my tears and the tears of my sisters were as powerful and as weaponizing as others… but unfortunately that isn’t the world we live in…

so today, I am turning my tears into words of affirmations, and pray that these words can and will serve as a reminder, that I am my sisters’ keeper… and shoulder… and army… and ally… and light carrier… and whatever else she needs me to be.

I love yall. Big. Proudly. and Loudly.

forever and all.ways.

today has been a lot… but imma say this. we have put too much intention into making Sundays ours and whatever they need to be to and for us. we have spent one too many Sundays together for us to not COME TOGETHER, especially this Sunday, and now, every day moving forward.

my prayer is that this week we all can find the strength and courage to lean into what we know to be true… and good… and blessed. May our hearts be filled with optimism… and may we all continue to lean on and trust in those around us. our community, our tribe, our divine family, both blood related and hand chosen.

happy and hopeFULL, Sunday, cousins. I love y’all big time.

hey gurrrrlllllaaaaaa. happy monday. happy new day. Happy new week. what a blessing it is to be able to start again (or do it all again, either perspective works)

last week would not let up and the energy very much gave “bish you tryna tussle” but that’s water under the bridge now… and to reset, I have decided that the intention for this week is simple- me.

You see, I wear a lot of hats and play a lot of roles. and that crown (or bag) be heavy af… and stressful af. often leaving me neglected af. 😩 but over the weekend I saw a clip on IG centered around the life saving importance of ELIMINATING chronic stress rather than just trying to minimize/ control it and it very much took me back to the feeling I felt when I was saw Inside Out 2. It was something along the lines of “whew this is the confirmation I needed” mixed with “damn, just @ me next time, because why are the signs feeling like passive aggressive reads.” 🫨

but at the end of the day the message was clear and fully received. so on this Monday I wanted to share a few things:

a. sometimes you gotta be at the center. you are your most constant thing. so do everything in your power to secure, preserve and maintain your wellness… and happiness…

2. it doesn’t matter where you physically are this season, beauty is all around you

iii. I think a healthy sprinkle of delusion mixed with a big dose of audacious faith just might be the key to manifesting and unlocking the good life.

• Cookie Lyons wasn’t lying when she told Lucious “I gotta put me first”.

last- dating is ghetto. this weekend was like 🫠 i just know this isn’t the picking God left me with. I wish I could order my happily ever after tomorrow during Prime Day but since I can’t, I just order something else in its place. If you’ve been blessed with finding your person, please share with the class, how does it feel to be one of God’s highly favored 🥹 I want live vicariously through my fellow LoverGirls

welp, that’s all I have for right now. I hope you all have the most amazing week. I’ll check back in with you all mid week.

ok. luv u. bye.
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oh ps- this is your reminder to revisit Guordan Bank’s catalog

is it too late to show Sunday my love?? I sure hope not… but even if was it, I was gonna show it anyway.

I had to really sit with the messaging for today because whew chillleeeeeeee, yall’s cousin was not in the best of moods on Friday or in the best of head spaces but the one thing I can and will always do is acknowledge it. I had to really say out loud to those I interacted with my apologies in advance because I really couldn’t muster up the energy to show up as my usual jovial self… at first I felt bad about it but then I had to lean into the fact that: I’m human and I am allowed to feel my feelings, too. And the truth was, I wasn’t feeling it that day.

and so I took the weekend to sit with that… my feelings and what role I was going to continue to play… and that led to me to asking myself “ok Tiffany, so what do you want to see this week? And how will YOU show up so that your blessings can recognize you?

and that was my task for the day. setting the intention and saying out loud what I needed and what I wanted to see unfold in this new week and how I am committing myself to being an active participant in my joy, and an active change maker in my current (and future) reality.

because it all start within. and what goes in, will ultimately filter outward…and this week I am choosing to water the seeds of joy that live within. I am choosing to feed the spirit of hope.. and optimism… and gratitude and fill up on what I know to be true. And that’s that I am one of God’s favorites. so, why wouldn’t it work out for me.

exactly.

so this week, I offer this, choose one thing you want to see show up more in your life and adopt the energy you think is required to attract it.

If it’s more $, then stop calling yourself broke bc you fckn up the energy

If it’s leaning more into your feminine energy, wear that one thing that instantly transports you to “yeah, I’m her” island

If it’s love, make that Pinterest mood board cultivating all the LoverGirl feels.

whatever you desire, make space for it. and then become it. so that it can become you.

I pray you all have the most amazing week cousins. love yall.

a little old… mixed with a little new… a message none the less, hand delivered by moi

welp cousins, we done just about made it to Friday (praise God) and I was reminded of a few things throughout this lovely hot ass week:

i. slow progress still counts

2. Kendrick wasn’t lying when he said “sometimes you gotta pop out and show n…”

c. healing… seeing the good… staying in gratitude, that ish is hard work… like HARD AF. and it takes REAL intentional effort. like.. everyday… but somebody’s gotta do it and it do be worth it

lastly- stop rushing. trust me,all that stuff will still be there when you get there. take your time and have fun while you’re doing it

Oh- and another thing- lean in. lean in to your happiness. lean into your blessing. do not get in your own way of living your answered prayer. you deserve alllllaaaddaaaaattt and then sum!

ps: taking credit for something you know good and damn well you didn’t create is a tell tale sign that you lack integrity. and I stay far away from ppl who lack integrity.

anyhoo- I hope you all have an amazing evening and an even better Friday/weekend.

be back Sunday ❣️🌻

is it too late to show Sunday my love?? I sure hope not bc whew this Sunday was full of emotions… today I dropped my baby off to begin her new student orientation for college and baaaaaaaabbbyyyy I wasn’t ready for the tears. Even though she’s not too far and I’ll be back to get her on Tuesday, it was still a ginormous change….

when selecting her orientation date, I had no idea Jordyn would choose a Sunday… but as Faith (note I didn’t say fate) would have it that was the day she selected… Sunday… my favorite day.. a day that’s always filled with beauty… and peace… and God’s gentle nudges and life’s subtle lessons…

and today was no different… God brought two of my biggest loves together for a lesson I didn’t know I needed reminding of… the beauty in letting go.

When it comes to Jordyn, being her protector & guide has always been my role, gently & firmly holding her hand as she navigates this world, but today, whew today. Today I was given the task of having to let her hand go. Was I ready- hell no. I don’t think any momma (or papa) bear is, but at some point it comes with the role… it comes with life… at some point in our lives… for whatever reason… we all must let go.

too often, I think “letting go” has this heartbreaking nuance surrounding it… that it’s only done with sadness because things just didn’t work out… but today, God showed me the other side, and that letting go can in fact be done out of love… and the nuance can be one that’s hopeful… and positive… and optimistic.

sometimes God is going to place us in a position where the only way for us to get to the other side is by letting go… be it letting go of outdated ways of thinking.. or letting go of behaviors we know do more harm than good… or letting go of what we thought we wanted so that we can be blessed with everything we didn’t know we needed. Or even- letting go of the hands of the tiny humans we’ve helped cross many of life’s streets so that they can show us we did in fact do right by them and that they can now cross the street alone.

either way, I share all of that to say, I pray that you make space in your life this week for all things beautiful and new.

Happy Sunday Cousins
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new month, is that you miss girl??

it sure is, and I can honestly say, I am so glad that you’re here… and that I’m here… and that we’re here, together. fully committed, fully invested, fully present and fully looking forward to all the beauty you have in store.

and while the month might have switched up, my desire to expand in the best ways possible surely hasn’t. which I’m thankful for. this month, I think I’m going to let my inner child/teen take the lead and allow her to guide me to new joys, and possibly revisit old ones… while still making good on the promises I’ve made to myself…

I’m giving myself permission to be and let be. to flow and let flow. to embrace and let myself be embraced.

yep. I like the sound of that.

I pray that every intention that you all set for yourself this new month show to be fruitful. remember to take deep breaths. move at a pace that feels peaceful. smile a whole lot. and try something new.

also, to all my LoverGirls, I am wishing us all infinite amounts of handholding… and flowers… and forehead kisses… and jazz filled nights. and candlelight….and the right kind of smoke…

last week was the first time in 2 years I was able to share a truth that had been weighing me down… a truth about grieving and the guilt I’ve been carrying around my father being a present and active father and husband all because of 1 simple comment.. and now I’m sharing here…

I would often share stories on my FB with friends about my parents which most took much delight in and in a way they got to “know” my parents through my story telling, however when my father passed away, and I was sharing the news, something was said to me (which I don’t think was meant to be malicious) that stuck with me… and it made me skeptical about sharing anything further to the point where I just stoped… one day, while sharing with someone the news of my father’s passing, I was told “well at least you had a father…” and while that may seem small, mindless even, those 7 words did something to me…

I sat with those words and internalized them, which later became me pushing my grief to side so that I may always be considerate and compassionate to those around me who may not have had the same experience with their fathers… especially because I am adopted… and so for the past 2.5 years I’ve just been carrying that… trying not to burst all because I have so many memories I’ve wanted to share and talk about just to keep Gregory Thomas’ name and light alive but I never wanted to seem insensitive to anyone else…

but today, I am choosing to put down that weight and instead carry the light and love my father blessed me, my family and even my friends with, and share my stories… because this world needs to know that there are present, GOOD men and GOOD Fathers in this world and they even adopt.

I was thinking how I wish I had more photos of my father and I with me as an adult… but I thought I had more time.. and that he’d be present for more big moments… and that is my only regret… but I am so thankful for what I do have and that’s a whole lot of love and memories and Polaroids .

So if you take nothing else from this grief laced Sunday post, take away this- take a photo of and with someone you love, today. Don’t wait for the next big moment, the moment is now.
Happy Father’s Day 💙