Mirror Magic (as 6-Year-Old Me)

A young Black girl with warm brown skin and natural, fluffy hair lies under cozy covers at bedtime, smiling tenderly at her worn, off-white teddy bear with solid black eyes and a faded nose. A soft golden glow of magical energy swirls between the girl, the bear, and the blankets, illuminating their connection in a dreamy, love-filled moment. The atmosphere is warm, gentle, and full of emotional alchemy.

Mirror Magic (as 6-Year-Old Me) I write this ritual story as a love offering to myself—a return, a remembering, a soft landing into the arms of the little girl I once was and still am. This is for my 6-year-old self, who looked in mirrors and already knew she was the cutest thing walking. She … Read more

Mashed Potatoes as My Magic Wand

A young Black girl’s hand holds a silver fork poised above a mound of mashed potatoes, sculpting them with care and curiosity. The mashed potatoes sit on a white plate alongside vibrant green beans and a thick slice of meatloaf topped with rich red ketchup. From the tip of the fork, radiant streams of golden and violet light swirl upward like magical steam, casting a soft glow over the plate. The background is warmly blurred in deep purples and browns, highlighting the sacred, magical and whimsical energy of the moment—a blend of childhood wonder and spiritual ritual.

Mashed Potatoes as My Magic Wand This ritual story was born from a whisper—clear, unexpected, and deeply felt. The ancestors said: Mashed Potatoes. Just those two words. And it unlocked something inside me. A memory. A vibration. A call to return to the joy, curiosity, and magic of my inner child. This story is an … Read more