Having a conversation with my ex husband (#2) Howard Britt. We talk about relationship and the expectations of the man and woman in relationship. Can exes have productive conversations and take what they learned from previous relationships (even divorce) and thrive in future love?

Getting back to the foundation of this podcast. Organic conversation about normal things. Unedited and unscripted. Talking about a joint I visited in the West End and the “experience” of customer service.

What road are you paving in your career, in your life, or in your relationships? Are you following or are you leading? I talk about being better right now and finding the most authentic version of yourself to take the unpopular route.

“Making your way in the world today takes everything you got.” Talking through how to relate to yourself in an effort to get through real life scenarios. BECOMING the place “where everybody knows your name.”

Talking about the relationships in Power, what to glean and what to run the hell away from. If you’ve watched Power you will nod and agree, if you haven’t watched it you will flock to see it.

Unpacking relationships in Season 2 and how we deal with them and how they deal with us. Relationships with our significant others, our side pieces, our fathers, our baby daddies, our mothers, our children and our friends.

The last episode of Season 1. My sister friend and I talk about how poetry is reflective of life. If we use what we have (out talent, our story, our pain, our passion) we can become who we were designed to be and in doing so affect change in the world.

Dissecting the lyrics of both versions of Superwoman. The biggest notable difference is one declares I AM, the other declares I AM NOT. Which one resonates with you more?

While faced with the current events of this double pandemic in Texas I was inspired to read the end of Camae’s monologue “the baton passes on” it speaks to where we can go from here and who feeds off our energy. Individualism and collectiveness are both essential.

While the temperatures are plummeting, the power is going out and we just mad at everybody walking, we yet celebrate our black poets. This message is certainly for us. “Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.”