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IT’S BACK…My Favorite Things!

Lipsticks. And purses. Handcrafted jewelry, OH MY!

It’s back! The 2016 edition of “My Favorite Things” is here. I’m so excited! And this year I’m approaching my gift guide a little differently, featuring 20 of my favorite things for a special lady in your life. I’m living Galatians 6:7 “Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap” (ESV). So, I’m sowing good and expecting good and sowing faithfully and expecting faithfully every day. In fact, I’m giving away FIVE items on my favorite things list to one beautiful winner on Instagram. Follow me @EboneeSpeaks for contest details. Let’s get into this list because it’s the best one yet, and includes socially conscious products, Christian business owners, womenpreneurs, black-owned businesses and mainstream brands I LOVE. Let’s do it!

Hangin’ Up The Cape

I recently added a Q&A forum to my website, which you can check out here. The purpose of the forum is to allow women to anonymously ask other women questions (including me) they may not have the opportunity to ask in other forums like school, church, conferences, etc. I get tons of emails and social media questions on topics ranging from quarter life crisis, spiritual living, womanhood, and more. I believe this forum is a great way for women to be vulnerable, and allow others to chime in and help sisters navigate life’s waters. Needless to say, I’m excited about this new feature!

Of course by now you know that everything I do is rooted somewhere between Genesis and Revelation. This particular endeavor is found in Titus 2. Check it out when you get a chance.

Recently a friend told me that I don’t have bad days or ever feel insecure. Sounds flattering, right? Wrong. For me, his words represented the hypocrite I never thought I’d be. I sincerely apologize for misleading you like that. It was never my intention to seem perfect, strong, or super brave. From its inception, Ebonee Speaks has been a means of expression and motivation for young women. It is not an elite club for sheroes. If it were, I definitely wouldn’t be able to get in. Rather, Ebonee Speaks is a tool for women who’ve been acquainted with pain, insecurity, hurt, shame, confusion and doubt.

I have noticed, however, that sometimes my pride gets the best of me. I don’t always allow myself to be as vulnerable as I’d like to be. This letter represents me taking off my super cape. It wasn’t all that anyway!

Grits & Gumbo

If you follow me on social media, you know that I recently journeyed “home” with my mom for a weekend. Home refers to the place where she grew up. Being that I don’t have any living grandparents, my mother and her siblings are the matriarchs and patriarchs of our family. Anything beyond their scope of knowledge will have to be determined by an DNA test.

My mother grew up in the DEEP South, y’all. I mean, you can barely find this place on a map. And you certainly can’t fly directly there from a major city. Since I hadn’t been since I was a child, we thought it best to meet and travel together. Mom and I met in Houston, TX and took a bus to Lake Charles, LA. I felt so blessed to have my mom show me her high school, the church she grew up in, the home where she once lived and the people and places that make up the yummy gumbo of her personality. For her, it all began there.

Not only that. For the first time since I can remember, I visited my maternal grandmother’s grave and we “met” for the very first time. How special is that?! I wish I could watch my mom talking to her mom every day. It was like a dream. She stood there – teary-eyed – rubbing the tombstone, calling her name aloud and chatting with her with such normality. It was so sweet. I’ve never met my grandmother so she lives in the chambers of my heart through photos and stories. My mom is beautiful so she must have been beautiful. I wonder if she imaged the wonderful life my mom created for her family. She must have. Somebody prayed. I like to think it was her.