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 Ever been the one in the office who doesn’t fake-laugh at the CEO’s lame jokes or join in the gossip just to fit in? Welcome to the club. In this episode of Being the Black Sheep, I share my own wild ride through corporate hell—complete with toxic positivity memes, wine-fueled “check-ins,” and the two little words (“Yes, boss”) that got me publicly shamed and fired. But here’s the twist: getting canned during COVID turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ll ...
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 ...
