After a long walk on the beach,two bottles of white wine,and a tide that knew my name—I finally said it…
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Not Auditioning (Certainly Not for Mr. Right Now)
I lit the candle for me, darling—not to set the mood for your ego.This is a one-woman show,and the spotlight?…
Softness, Saltwater, and a Strong Sense of Timing
I rise when the sun says it’s time—Not a moment sooner.My alarm is the ocean’s hum,Not some digital intruder. I…
Plum, Please.”
Wearing plum like I invented the color—shoulders soft, neckline sharp, legs crossed like no other.Satin hugs hips like the universe…
Tantra, Teas, and a Touch of Voodoo
I woke up this morning,steeped a cup of rosemary and rebellion,did a pelvic roll that summoned Damballa,and whispered,“Well damn… the…
My Timing Is Caribbean, Ancestral, and None of Your Business
I sat at the altar of my own damn life,waiting for God to text me back.Refreshed my spirit like an…
To the One Who Laughs in Gold and Prays in Silk
I love the way I laugh—like thunder in silk heels,like the universe just told me a dirty jokeonly God and…
⚡ Choose Like You Prayed for It
Choose like you prayed for it—not like you’re bored and he’s breathing.Not because he’s charming,or showed up with his shirt…
You Can’t Bottle This
Don’t let the gloss fool you,I’m not your average essential oil blend.I’m the storm that brewed in your grandmother’s cauldron,With…
Summertime in New York (And I’m Still Loving Me)
Loving me is jazz on a Thursday.It’s toast with too much butterand not a damn apology in sight.It’s Diana Krall…