Mocha Girl of the Week: Pamela Carlisle

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I am a Mocha Girl on a Mission because no matter what life has thrown at me, I have always found a way to keep fighting the good fight. I am on a mission to let individuals know that no matter what your past has dealt you, how you live the future, is up to you. Despite suffering with low self esteem (and I still do from time to time) and dealing with severe depression,  at an early age, I realized that there are ways to keep pushing to the top. Continue reading…

When Did You Become a “Real” Woman?

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When I was 17 I found myself searching for the definition of womanhood. 18 was right around the corner and I didn’t want to miss a beat when I reached this, oh so anticipated, rite of passage. When I turned 18, I wanted to act like an 18 year old. I wanted to be treated like an adult. I wanted to be treated like a woman. At 18 I’d finally be able to say “I’m grown” or better yet, “I’m a grown ass woman.” But what did it mean? I had no clue. Continue reading…

Mocha Girl of the Week: Janay Bankston

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After graduating college, a time meant for reflection and pride, I began to doubt myself, “What if I’m not ready for this?” The summer that followed I spent digging myself into a hole, isolating myself from the world. I never had a ton of friends and the few I did were in different cities starting their lives, while I was home hiding from it. After working so diligently to obtain a degree, I all of a sudden lost my zeal. Continue reading…

Mocha Girl of the Week: Briyana Willrich

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In January of 2012, my father was diagnosed with colon cancer. He was only given 6 months to live. He fought the good fight and lived until January of 2014, one month after I gave birth to my beautiful daughter Amaya Rose Flores. All throughout my pregnancy I took care of my father, drove him to his appointments, and was in and out of the hospital, all while preparing for my daughter to come into this world. My father’s passing was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through, especially with a newborn. My daughter is my angel, she helps me stay strong when I feel I have no strength left. Four months went by and I was finally able to go to sleep without crying and then I find out my mother has stage 2 breast cancer. Continue reading…

From Homeless to Higher Education: 7 Truths to Help You Overcome Adversity

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I’m in the 10th grade and my family and I are moving again. I don’t know the details; it’s grown folks business.  Our new home is a one-bedroom shelter in Chester, PA. We have a kitchen, a bathroom, one bedroom with 2 sets of bunk beds and a bed in the living room for my parents. My only way of escape and “me-time” is to take a long bath or to sit in the bedroom that I share with my four younger siblings. As I sit on my top bunk, I blast my music and journal; this keeps me sane. Music and journaling becomes my escape. Continue reading…

An Open Letter from Prison: Mama Lomax (my mom) Talks Abuse, Guilt & Forgiveness

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If you’re a frequent reader of the blog then you’re pretty familiar with the relationship between me and my mom. Blogging has been a therapeutic outlet for me on my journey to forgiveness. It’s also been a healthy method of coping with the physical and verbal abuse that I experienced at the hands of my mother. I’ve written numerous blog posts about my mom’s frequent jail time and the effects that her actions had on my growth as a woman. Continue reading…

Mocha Girl of the Week: Jarryn Mercer

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Jarryn is a Mocha Girl on a Mission because she received a Masters of Science in Education from Old Dominion University and a Bachelor of Science in Liberal Studies from Southern Connecticut State University. She is currently working on her second Masters degree in Public Administration. Jarryn aspires to start her own non-profit organization in the next couple of years Continue reading…

Mocha Girl of the Week: Kay Holmes

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The last 10 years have probably been my most difficult. In these few short years I’ve lost a job I loved, divorced, faced foreclosure on my home, lost my car, filed a bankruptcy and was diagnosed with a chronic muscle disorder. All of these things took both an emotional and physical toll on me. I was depressed, angry, irritable and just not myself. It just seemed the minute I began to recover from one thing something else would happen. I felt trapped in a life that was turned upside down. I didn’t want to share what I was going through with others because I felt embarrassed…I was the one who always had her stuff together. Continue reading…