Veronica R. Wells

So many questions...like did Kylie Jenner really remove ALL of her lip filler?!

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For those of you who read the most recent two stories on No Sugar No Cream about Serita, you know that after she talked about the sexual abuse she endured as a child and the forgiveness she extended to her mother, she shared that she and her young daughter were living in a shelter.
With her permission and encouragement from my sister, I launched a Go Fund Me to help assist Serita and her daughter in finding more stable living conditions.
If you would like to donate, you can find out how to do so using the link in the bio.

As some of you know I interview Black women, inviting them to share their stories for my site No Sugar No Cream

Recently, a woman named Serita reached out to me to share her story about the sexual abuse she experienced as a child, at the hands of her mother's boyfriend.

The story ended up being so much more than that. It was about healing herself, the forgiveness she extended to her mother, and using the lessons from her childhood to raise her daughter. I was STRUCK by how positive Serita was about the whole story.

At the end of it, she shared that she and her young daughter were living in a shelter. With her permission, and the encouragement of Vanessa Rae Wells, I launched a Go Fund Me to help assist Serita and her daughter in finding more stable living conditions.

If you would like to donate, you can do so here: https://www.gofundme.com/help-serita-and-kamya

Click here to support Help Serita and KaMya organized by Veronica Renee Wells I, Veronica Wells, run a website called NoSugarNoCreamMag.com that seeks to tell Black women's stories. As a result, Serita reached out to me because she wanted to share the sexual abuse she endured and survived as a young girl. The conversation ended up being about not only healing but the fo...

Today I was sitting in church thinking about my father’s belief in me. Not just in words and encouragement but in action. When I came home and told my parents I wanted to move to New York with no job and no money, my Dad helped me pack up my stuff and drove 13 hours to get out here. Moved me in to a fifth floor walk up with no elevator. And gave me some advice about eviction that put my mind at complete ease. (Long story.) I remember that time feeling no fear because I knew my Heavenly Father had said I would be good and my earthly Father watered that seed by not questioning me, my plan, or my ability to get a job in my field not once. At the time I didn’t appreciate the gravity of all this. Years later I came back home and was bawling crying thanking my parents for their consistent faith in me. Today I just reflect of the ways in which my life (and the lives of a few other people) would have been drastically different if my dad had doubted or questioned the vision. Thank you for uplifting me always. Love you dearly. Happy Father’s Day!