"Cosmetologist are Color blind"

I am an experienced Cosmetologist of African American and Panamanian descent.  Often times when I approach someone who may not look like me with a business card, most of the time they deny it.   My Cosmetology license is colorblind, it was achieved by skills not skin color.   Don't judge a stylist by her or his skin color, judge by their experience, skills and knowledge.....

"Hair"

Hair is a form of self expression for some....a new beginning for others and some people just don't care....I am a natural hair person by choice and limits.....my hair doesn't do well with chemicals and being natural allows my to style my hair in various ways.  the choice you make in how yo want to style your hair should be totally up to you..." Dare your Hair to be Different"

"Teach Your Baby Everything "

It's never to early.....babies want to learn from us....

Measure Your Madness

Do you sometimes go from level 1-10 in a matter of seconds?
Did your road rage ever take you there?
Do you take your frustrations out on the wrong person?
  If your answers are yes to all three, it's time to make a change.  Sit back and playback all the events that occurred that day.  pay attention to how your actions may have contributed to your own frustration and make a change.  if you can honestly say it wasn't you, then it's time to make moves with your surroundings, friends, relationship or work.   At times , just a change of scenery is what you need.

"Dream Snatcher"

We're you ever excited about an idea? So much so that you shared it with a friend or family member and they just crushed, smashed and stepped all over your dream.  If you are a victim of dream snatching don't be discouraged, be encouraged.  Let the hate fuel you and make you want it more.  

"A Mother's Roar"

So I'm driving my daughter who is six months, to her babysitter and I hear a sudden thump. I look in the back seat and the car seat flipped over. I panicked in silence, put my hazards on and pulled over to the side. I opened the back seat door and didn't find my baby. I calmly flipped the car seat over and saw my baby still in the seat but her face and body expression was full of fear. I wanted to scream, cry, yell out or hit something but I just calmy kissed her and rubbed her hands. As I began to readjust her car seat, a car behind me started to honk repeatedly. I slowly kissed my babies forehead closed the door behind me and slowly walked up the the car. I was full of a new rage that I've never felt before, I asked the driver " are you honking at me"? And he said "yes". I then asked why ? don't you see my hazards and you have plenty of space ( in a slow,scary,still voice)? I then told him I had an emergency and there is a small baby inside the car. He paused for a second then apologized. I thought his response was going to be a rude typical New Yorkers attitude and if so , I was prepared to mangle his face with my teeth. I think he knew I was a mom who had the look of death in her eyes and he and I didn't want to take me there......

"Now that I'm a Mom".......

Now that I'm a mom, I seem to be more approachable.   Of course it's not me people want to meet its my daughter.   Now that I'm a mom, other mothers and me have sort of a silent bond.  A respect that is unspoken but valued.  Now that I'm a mom , I have hidden patience that appears in the nick of time.  Now that I'm a mom, men are attracted to my inner and outer garments of motherhood.   Now that I'm a mom, I have yet to have an argument with anyone excluding my daughters father.   Wow maybe I should have became a mother a long time ago....