Interlude of a Queen: The Lessons Behind the Fight
Before we continue the story… let’s catch our breath. Not because the fight is over—but because every Queen & King deserves a moment to look at how far they’ve come. If you’ve been following my journey, you know I wasn’t ushered in with velvet ropes and golden keys—I clawed my way forward with bare hands and bold faith. I arrived exhausted, bloodied with hope, and clutching two little hands—one in each of mine. It wasn’t that purpose was absent—it was eclipsed by hard choices, heavy moments, and the noise of everything I thought I had to be. The road was patched with overdue notices, tears cried behind steering wheels, and dreams I wasn’t sure would ever bloom. But somehow— No! By God’s grace and favor, I kept going. This isn’t another chapter of how I got here—it’s a spotlight on the truths I’ve picked up along the way. It’s a pause. A mirror. A gentle reminder that this story isn’t just mine—it’s ours. I’ve shared pieces of the truth: The weight of single motherho...