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 Some sheep follow the herd… and then there are the ones who set the pasture on fire. In this episode of Being the Black Sheep, Janine Stella dives into the rebels who flipped history on its head—mythical misfits like Prometheus and Loki, real-world fire-starters like Joan of Arc and Rosa Parks, and modern icons from Ali to Gaga who turned “too much” into legendary. With a few of her own wild stories thrown in (yes, there’s a cartwheel-for-a-contract moment and a bridesmai...
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 ...
