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The Hard Years were more than a chapter in my career but also in my spirit. They were the years when women were finally being sent out to sea, but acceptance lagged far behind policy. I remember the ache of leaving my daughter and husband. Saying goodbye to them weighed heavy in my heart but I couldn’t show my sadness. I also knew stepping onto the ship meant stepping into a fight to be seen, valued, and to be allowed to belong.

Navigating Prejudice as a Black Female Leader

There was still prejudice woven into the culture of the military, sometimes whispered, sometimes blatant. And as a lead female, and an African American woman, I felt every ounce of it. I had to work twice as hard, speak twice as clearly, and prove myself twice over just to earn the respect men received without question. Every qualification questioned, every moment of leadership shadowed by the pressure to be perfect, because any mistake would be blamed not on me, but on my gender, my race, my presence.

Strength in Adversity

Those years stretched me. They tested me. They carved strength into me in ways I didn’t always recognize at the time. But they also taught me the power of standing firm, of showing up even when the world isn’t ready for you, and of becoming the kind of woman who makes space for the ones who come after.

Spaghetti Squash

Spaghetti squash might just be the most underrated comfort food on the planet especially if you’ve spent years thinking it’s a sad substitute for pasta. This golden gourd doesn’t just twirl like noodles; it delivers real nutritional power, offering fiber, antioxidants, and vitamin C while staying naturally low‑calorie.

When I was younger, though, it was a very different story. The texture felt strange, the taste didn’t appeal to me, and I couldn’t imagine choosing it on purpose. But over time my palate shifted, and what once felt unappetizing now tastes surprisingly yummy. It’s funny how foods especially vegetables can grow on you, becoming little healthy comforts you never expected.

There’s a part of me that knows I’m supposed to say I’d donate to charity or volunteer at a shelter, and maybe one day I will. But if I’m being honest, I would go straight to the Sistine Chapel. I would stand beneath that impossible ceiling for hours, neck tilted back, letting Michelangelo’s vision pour over me like a blessing. There’s something sacred about witnessing a masterpiece created by a single human hand, something that reminds you how devotion, obsession, and raw talent can collide to create a window into the divine. It’s not selfish to want that. It’s human.

Because in that quiet, fresco‑lit space, I imagine feeling the kind of awe that rearranges you from the inside out. The kind of wonder that makes you breathe differently, think differently, dream differently. I want the sense of stepping into a story bigger than myself, the same feeling I chase when I write about gods, witches, seraphim, and worlds stitched together with myth. The Sistine Chapel isn’t just a destination; it’s a pilgrimage of the soul, a reminder that beauty can be transformative, and that sometimes the most honest thing we can do is seek out the moments that make us feel small in the best possible way.

Daily writing prompt

If you had an unlimited budget for 24 hours, what would you do?

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The first Star Trek movie would be the one I pick. The long‑overdue recognition of Gene Roddenberry’s visionary imagination. When the original series premiered in the 1960s, it pushed television far beyond its comfort zone. Roddenberry didn’t just craft a sci‑fi adventure, he offered a brave, optimistic plan for humanity’s future. Of course, at the time I didn’t fathom the depth of what the film represented. I just loved the series as a kid.

The film’s debut was thought by some a tipping point that the world was finally ready to embrace the depth of his ideas, honoring a creator who believed strongly in exploration, diplomacy, and the boundless potential of the human spirit.

What made Star Trek truly revolutionary was its steady commitment to representation and unity. At a time when American television rarely showcased diversity, the series placed minorities in respected, central roles. Its premise that Earth, after surviving a devastating third world war, rebuilt itself into a society free from discrimination, bigotry, homelessness, and starvation was profoundly hopeful. Roddenberry imagined a future where humanity didn’t just coexist but thrived by embracing each other’s uniqueness. Decades later, that vision still feels ahead of its time and continues to inspire fans around the world.

It encourages me to believe that one day we will have a world where everyone will be valued for themselves and not judge anyone based on their sex, color, ethnicity or nationality.

Daily writing prompt

If you could erase one movie from your memory and watch it again for the first time, which one would it be?

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It’s a toss-up between Red Lobster and Olive Garden; it honestly depends on what I’m craving. Red Lobster, it’s basically a done deal—I’m getting crab. I can look at the whole menu, pretend I’m considering something new, but who am I kidding. I love crab way too much. Do I hate cracking the shell? Absolutely. Do I still do it every single time? Also, absolutely. There’s just something about that sweet crab meat that makes the whole messy, slightly annoying process worth it for me.

But then there’s Olive Garden, and that’s a whole different mood. Their seafood Alfredo hits me right in my noodle‑loving soul. It’s creamy, comforting, and I don’t have to fight my food to enjoy it. If I’m craving pasta, that dish is basically my weakness. So really, the choice isn’t even about the restaurant, it’s about whether I’m in the mood to roll up my sleeves and battle a crab or sit back with a big bowl of noodles and just melt into the moment.

Daily writing prompt

What is your favorite restaurant?

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I believe in Destiny rather than Fate.

For me, destiny feels like something I can grow toward rather than something that drags me along. It’s a sense of purpose that develops when I make choices, take risks, and follow what feels right in my gut. I like the idea that my life isn’t locked into one rigid path, but instead shaped by my decisions, effort, and the meaning I create along the way. Destiny gives me room to evolve, to change direction, and to become the person I want to be.

Fate, on the other hand, has never really resonated with me. The idea of something fixed and unavoidable, something I can’t change no matter how hard I try, feels too confining, a trap I can’t avoid. I don’t want to believe my life is already written. I’d rather believe I am an active member, not just a character following a script. That’s why destiny makes more sense to me. It gives me freedom while still giving my life a sense of direction and meaning.

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Do you believe in fate/destiny?

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Cooking soup is my favorite kind of kitchen ritual because it is grounded in comfort. I love that soup begins simply and becomes something expressive. A handful of ingredients, a bit of heat, and time to develop that quiet conversion feels deeply satisfying to me. Soup lets me improvise, adjust, and follow my instincts rather than strict rules, and I enjoy the freedom to build flavor in a way that’s both relaxed and intentional.

It’s a dish meant to be shared, something that warms people and brings them together. Cooking it allows me to take ordinary ingredients and turn them into nourishment, both for myself and for others. In many ways, soup represents the kind of presence I try to bring to my life: adaptable, comforting, and made with care.

Daily writing prompt

What’s your favorite thing to cook?

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Living so close to the Arizona State Fair almost makes it feel like a missed opportunity to experience the rides, the concerts, and the wild food creations they try each year. But my hesitation makes sense. Driving in Phoenix can feel like navigating a maze of impatient traffic, confusing interchanges, and sudden lane merges that seem designed to test your stress tolerance. Add in the parking situation paying premium prices just to leave your car in a dusty dirt lot. Why I say “maybe next year.” The hassle can overshadow the excitement before you even get through the gates.

The fair itself has a lot to enjoy from what I hear from people who go there and from the description on the web. The food vendors offer the classic favorites along with a few creative options. The rides add a fun mix of nostalgia from my childhood memories of going to the county fairs growing up. The atmosphere is lively without being overwhelming, and it’s easy to spend a few hours wandering around, trying snacks, and taking in the sights.

Daily writing prompt

Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.

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The one snack I would eat now would be the grape Now and Later. It was the kind of treat you could get for a nickel from the corner store. After school, I’d make a little detour on my walk home, the kind of place where the bell on the door jingled every time a customer walked in.

The owner always seemed to know what I was there for, and I’d grab that small, shiny wrapper like it was the highlight of my day.  I’d wander in with a few coins in my pocket, feeling like I had all the riches I needed. I’d grab that little purple pack, tear it open before I even reached the sidewalk, and let the sweet grape flavor carry me the rest of the way home. Those walks, sun warm on my face, backpack swinging, candy sticking to my teeth felt like the simplest kind of happiness.

Daily writing prompt

What snack would you eat right now?

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Writing paranormal romance brings out a very specific kind of creativity in me the kind that wonders, “What if the brooding love interest is actually a shapeshifter who keeps accidentally turning into a raccoon whenever they get nervous?” There’s something hilarious and oddly charming about mixing supernatural drama with the kind of romantic tension that could power a small city. The genre basically hands you a mysterious forest, a full moon, and a dangerously attractive person who may or may not have paws sometimes, and says, “Have fun with that.”

And trust me, I do. Paranormal romance with shapeshifters lets my imagination run wild in the best way. I get to explore worlds where a first kiss might trigger an unexpected transformation, or where the biggest relationship hurdle is “Sorry I missed dinner, I got distracted chasing squirrels.” It’s a playground where humor, heat, and a little bit of animal chaos all mingle together, and I’m more than happy to stir that pot.

Daily writing prompt

How are you creative?

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