In Tunisia, I had the opportunity to get my very first haircut at a barber. I usually buzz my own hair, but since it was a bit challenging using my own clippers, I decided to accompany Adnen at the best Barber in Fouchana! (the humble town Adnen grew up in) I knew exactly what I wanted…a close buzz paired with a heart in the back. There were a couple of clients before us, a boy about 8, and a young man with a scruffy face and curly top. I saw the instantaneous evolution of both of these young men, and was amazed at the precision of their cuts from their parts to zig zags running throughout. The boost in confidence I witnessed was magical. These were literally haircuts of hope. An instantaneous boost to walk into their often challenging worlds, with their heads held high. I came to this barber w/ a more uplifted me, and left w/ just that and more. It just made me think how important it is to do whatever it takes to give us that constant, even daily boost to go into each day with more optimism and hope.

During my travels to Tunisia, particularly in Kelibia, I had the pleasure to bump into a special character in the form of a man. A man name Jamoulti. Jamoulti in Tunisian means “my beautiful”. The name in itself…I mean come on! Jamoulti is a man of his 70’s of Tunisian decent. He’s about 5 ft & some with an ultra tanned & wooly body adorned only with short & tight jean shorts, and topped off w/ a tiny yet mighty white mohawk!

He showed us his museum upon arriving to Kelibia. A museum of his most esteemed pictures and fashion statements. From his typical shirtless attire to fancy traditional Tunisian dresses. Upon observing this sort of alter in homage of him, I was deeply inspired. This man was his fullest self with no reservations.

A man living out his fullest expression of self despite religious, gender, and age restrictions. Jamoulti…a man free…a man freely living his beautiful.

Do we truly know how it feels to fight for the right to love…to fight to be simply validated as your full self with no reservations?

I know first hand of the struggles that come along with trying to fully be me, my thoughts, my heart…and everything that comes with me in an extremely restrictive setting. That limiting atmosphere was religion…and it ingrained within me a sense of guilt for wanting to express me in all it’s forms. Fortunately, I had the opportunity to fly and completely live my truth. Every single one of us has our own unique truth. And if we cannot live that truth fully, then whats the point of it all?

Many of us have a harder fight… especially our LGBT community. I can only imagine being born a women, but knowing deep down I was really a man, or not being able to love another being in public because they so happen to be the same sex.  Well, I had the wonderful opportunity to go to the equality/ pride/ resist march last month. I felt it was an ample opportunity to expose my girls to such a momentous & prideful occasion. It was quite challenging getting there, but “I had this feeling all in my bones” and my determination was the fuel that got us there.  I put on our rainbow apparel and Pash & I created our glittery & cheerful “Fill the World w/ Love” sign. A sense of empowerment came from working together with my girls on that sign. We pack up the car…and we head to West Hollywood!

So Pash asks, what’s this march for? I explain…We’re marching because all boys and girls are equal, and we all should be allowed to love whomever we want to love. Oh yeah… and we’re marching to say no to hate and to Trump. She easily understands, and holds up her sign with a happy grin & such pride! We head down Santa Monica Blvd.

What a sight! So many colors…so much freedom….so much love. I didn’t see gender or fear, I just saw humans that were walking as one united human race. Freedom to be is what every single human on this earth deserves…and this freedom was flowing freely throughout this beautiful crowd.

What is my job as a mother? To ensure that my girls grow up to be strong, confident, and empathetic human beings…and expose them to the vastness of love.  I am so blessed to have them by my side in this march called life. Let us all fight for the right to love, our right to be equal, our right to use our voice in our own way every day.

Hey! I’m back! I kinda feel like I’ve been on a sabbatical this month! What a journey I’ve been on…physically, emotionally, everythingly…

Let me just say that it feels so good sitting on my bed with my laptop looking outwards and just reflecting…digging deep within my soul to grab onto gratitude, happiness, contentment, and just peace.

Sometimes life takes you through so many winding tunnels. Your so focused on trying not to hit the wall, that you keep your head straight towards the road instead of looking up, down, and around to fully grasp the whole of life that surrounds you.

This month has truly been an eventful one full of great events, people & energy. But I’ll be honest. I’m wiped out!

As a budding entrepreneur, I want to be exposed to as many opportunities as possible, and don’t want to turn down ones that could potentially change the course of my career… but in the midst of career growth, my needy little insides are crying out to me….nourish me, fill me up…don’t forget about me…Hello out there?

How do I keep up with me? How do I keep up with my family? How do I keep up w/ my ambitions and dreams? How do I keep all the balls in the air most of the time?

We’ll let me tell you…I wish I had all the answers!

I can only tell you what seems to be working for me this very moment. I’m sitting. I’m breathing in and out slowly. I’m letting my mind wander. I’m looking at my dog in front of me sleeping…snoring. I’m thinking about what makes my heart truly happy. I’m thinking about my crazy little girls…at how my 4 year old lights up when her daddy calls her chunky monkey while riding on his back…and how my almost 20 month old with her feisty energy turns her head and looks at me with the side of her eyes when she’s done something naughty. I’m thinking about how happy I am this very moment…writing…giving love to my soul.

I’m happy to be free. Free to be happy.

I’m in this moment fully.

And because I’m at this place, it’s much easier to tackle the whole of life.

Lesson learned: If a ball falls, pick it up, look at it, then throw up right back up in the air…because life is just too damn short to keep it on the ground for too long.

It’s been quite the week! I decided to close the Souk in honor of #adaywithoutimmigrants day. I also chose to go a little further and have a silent sit in, in front of the Souk. This was my way of standing up. Standing up for those that feel voiceless.

The sadness to label anyone in our human race as “illegal”. Maybe “un-documented”… but illegal? It’s so easy to put a negative label on another human that we are not directly connected to. “those Mexicans” or “those Muslims” that dare come into our country the “illegal” way…isn’t this how America was built to begin with, long lines on Ellis Island in hopes for a better life? Let’s not forget that most of our ancestors had to lie about their age, their origin or religion to get their papers enabling them to cross into the promised land. Isn’t that what our current Presidents mother did herself? 

Hey friends, as you all know, the start of 2017 has been quite the emotional roller coaster. I have personally hit my lowest and my highest points all in the same week. As I watch the news, I question myself over and over…HOW DID WE GET HERE? How is a misogynistic, narcissistic, xenophobic, homophobic, sexist, racist, fascist, deceitful, feckless, egotistical, self-obsessed, inarticulate, insulting, unfit, bigoted megalomaniac running the white house? The moral knitted quilt of our society coming undone in a matter of sloppy seconds. Human rights, women rights, gay rights…how did everything we fought so damn hard for as a society, bite us back in the ass? How did we go from a dynamic leader that had the best interest of America to one that my daughter calls a “not nice” man? Ok, so America, we let ourselves down…how in the heck do we pick ourselves up? And how do we let our frustration and anger turn into action? We’ll enough about disappointment…LET’S DO SOMETHING & LET’S TALK ABOUT THE BEST DAY OF 2017!

Let’s talk about women, marching, positivity, inspiration, standing up, standing tall, action, good vibrations….

I have to tell you January 21st was absolutely one of the best days of my life! I knew I just had to be there to represent with my daughters…but lord did I know what I would end up taking back from this momentous, invigorating occasion. So I packed up my girls and drove out with my friend Cindy to Pershing Square…It seemed like everyone on the 110 was a women heading to the same celebration! When we arrived we were met with the most positive force of energy I’ve never quite experienced on such a large scale. My 4 year old Pash holding up her “The Future is Female” / “Yes We Can” sign touched me in the deepest way. Looking over at the tiny strength in my 15 month old Sura made me grin with pride. As we entered the march, my heart raced, tears welled up, and I thought to myself…THIS IS THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL. That detestable taste in my mouth was overpowered by the sweetest taste of all…the taste of unity. What it really meant to be united. What it felt like to be a true American …THE POWER OF A WOMAN. To march right along my girls was empowering on every level. As a women, fighting for my rights gives me fire in the belly, but to fight for the well being of my daughters, don’t get me started. Fighting for my girls brings out the lion me…DON’T FUCK WITH AN ANGRY MAMA LION. The Women’s March helped me to believe once again that there is more good than ugly in the world. The good in us created this strong moving force that vibrated throughout the universe. We can let it continue to vibrate…we can all march in our own way, everyday. Let’s stand up to bigotry, racism, homophobia, sexism, dishonesty, hate …everything we fight for our kids not to be. Let’s fight for the America that we want our children to grow up in…a wholesome, just, progressive America, with a government working for us…the people. Let’s STAND UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT…even if fear is staring us in the eye. Enough accepting wrong just because it’s out of our reach, let’s USE OUR VOICE each and every day. CREATE THE WORLD YOU WANT FOR YOUR CHILDREN, TODAY.

So why did I march? I marched for the good in humanity. I marched for my sisterhood. I marched for our daughters. I marched for America.