Send us a text People love to judge your success, but they never stick around for the prequel. You know, the one with the wall-unit A/C, the EBT cards, and the 59¢ pasta dinners that lasted all week. In this episode, I’m taking you back to where it all began—L Street in Lake Worth, Florida—where resilience was the family currency and silence was the love language. My dad was the youngest of four kids in a family that learned grief before they ever learned healing. We didn’t have much, but we ...
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Send us a text People love to judge your success, but they never stick around for the prequel. You know, the one with the wall-unit A/C, the EBT cards, and the 59¢ pasta dinners that lasted all week. In this episode, I’m taking you back to where it all began—L Street in Lake Worth, Florida—where resilience was the family currency and silence was the love language. My dad was the youngest of four kids in a family that learned grief before they ever learned healing. We didn’t have much, but we ...
Send us a text Being the Black Sheep is the podcast for anyone who's ever felt like the odd one out—and owned it. Hosted by Janine Stella, your favorite resident misfit, this show dives into the messy, hilarious, and sometimes healing journey of those who never quite fit the mold. From awkward family dinners to WTF relationship moments, Janine and her fellow black sheep share the real stories no one else dares to say out loud. Add in a few expert voices, and you’ve got a podcast that’s equal ...
Being the Black Sheep
Send us a text People love to judge your success, but they never stick around for the prequel. You know, the one with the wall-unit A/C, the EBT cards, and the 59¢ pasta dinners that lasted all week. In this episode, I’m taking you back to where it all began—L Street in Lake Worth, Florida—where resilience was the family currency and silence was the love language. My dad was the youngest of four kids in a family that learned grief before they ever learned healing. We didn’t have much, but we ...
