Happy Birthday to my One and Only Son & Happy Birthing Anniversary to Me!!

On this day in 1994 I was admitted into Labor & Delivery to be induced labor due to loss of amniotic fluid, my baby was in my womb in a partially dried-up water bag. Being forced into labor was the worse pain ever. I cried to my Mama, begged for drugs, epidural or to be knocked unconscious. I couldn’t take the pain, but I would have to endure the pain after the nurse informed me that the baby’s head was stretching my canal to 6cm.

I asked my Mama why did she let the nurse lie to me, she just looked feeling sad for me. She finally asked it there was something that I could be given to take me out of my misery for a lil while. The doctor agreed to a Nubain ( an IV pain med that has since been discontinued) it didn’t help with the pain but had me nodding off, relaxing for a minute when my son wasn’t kicking his way out my womb.

I would need help with pushing, because of that pain… The doctor would perform an episiotomy, to make room to pull him out as the nurses brought my knees to my chest and pushed on my belly.

I’m not sure if I can claim I gave birth naturally, because they medical staff assisted me. But I gave birth to a 5lbs 2oz baby boy with a had a head full of pretty black wavy hair with my Mama at my side. After all the hours of pain and pushing seeing him made me forget how and it was. He had my heart from the moment I laid eyes on him.

Yes, today is Keenen’s Birthday, but as my Mama says ”it’s not just the person’s birthday but the anniversary of birth for the Parents, especially the Mama!”👏🏾🎈🎂💗 The mother gets the most who allowed life live within her and painfully pushed another being into the world. So yeah Happy Birthday Keenen but HAPPY Anniversary of Birthing Life to Me!

He’s my One & Only Son and I’m proud that God nominated me to be his Mama!!

Today I’m proud of all that he accomplished as he continues to grow into a man, but always my baby boy. Since he was in my belly I knew he was destined to be a ballplayer and he’s in his senior year of college for his bachelor’s degree👏🏾🎈🎂👏🏾💗🥰⛹️‍♂️🏾🏀


Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started 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.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and 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'm loving 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'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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