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A letter to My Princesses

To all my Princesses, Auntie Dee love y’all even when Im not around & haven’t heard from you! My niece Garyione & daughter Kendrayon  with their old selves were a great help to me with the generation, but wasn’t a part of the Princess Krewe, but more of their leaders, by my side helping me with my purpose. I love yall. I would say Princess, but yall are Queens now doing amazing things and are great mothers of your own now. 

My college Princesses are Kennesha Barber, she’s in Nursing School at MTC, Unique Paul, Sociology Major at Alabama and Alexis Simmons at Howard University!!! None of them were teen mom’s, they did the boy or girl thang, ya know what ever floats their boats, but they stayed the course and didn’t cause their mother’s or me too much of an issue. I’m now the proud great Auntie Dee of Nene’s son Lil Donovan aka Donnie Boy, but Im gonna call him Butterball. I’m also accepting of my niece’s sexuality. We as parents,  aunts and family members need not to judge or take away our love because of their choices on who to love. Alot of us choose to stay in unhealthy relationships dispite our mother’s advice. Love your kids regardless. 

My Nene has been by my side since she came out the womb. She always included herself in all that I do, in my business & at a young age was on me about my pricing vs cost, I was her employer, she was Nardie’s Cafe youngest employee. She was like our best, I think we owe her an award. Nene is the reason I’m blogging, well GoGo too but Garyione just wanted me off Facebook with my long stories. lol

I’m so proud of all of you and I have a set of girls just entering teenagehood and with me being in New Orleans, I worry, but I want yall to know that you are always a Princess and one-day soon you will be a Queen, like Auntie Dee. Enjoy this time being a teen, it goes by so fast then the next thing you know you praying to God to help you out of all kinds of adult situations.

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I love yall, but most importantly out of everyone in the world you chose to love me. My Princesses make me feel like I’m the Greatest Woman alive. Yall see my heart and soul, yall give me the courage to go out into the world to make it a better place. Yall make me who I am, the reason I do not give up on my own dreams. Yall the reason why I love myself and know who I am. Yall make me feel beautiful, always looking on when I get dressed. Yall, see me working hard and say ” I wanna be like you” when Im feeling like Im not doing enough. Yall, take yall time to watch all that I do and I didnt know it. I hope I been a good role model?

Thank you, my Princesses for being in my life and I hope I can make yall just as proud as I am of yall.

Here’s a list of just my Princesses from oldest to youngest. I love my boys and Ill spotlight yall later, but the stage belongs to my Princesses today.

I can’t add my foster children’s names due to privacy, but yall know who you are and I love you. 

  1. Kendrayon
  2. Garyione
  3. Kennesha
  4. Unique
  5. Deyja
  6. Precious 
  7. Alexis
  8. Triesha
  9. Trashel
  10. DaJauna
  11. Tiara
  12. Yameha
  13. Zakayla
  14. Shanice
  15. Honesty
  16. Olivia
  17. Rain
  18. Colby
  19. Ebony
  20. JahNiyah
  21. Jamiah

I love yall & always wear your crown/tiara, it’s on your head always, you or the rest of the world need not to see it, believe me its there. 👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑 ⚜💃🏽😍💖💕💗💞

    A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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