I grew up in East Texas. I invite you to imagine this: a skinny, adventurous, headstrong girl in the rural regions of Houston, taking a path to a very special place – a place where I felt “Blessed and Highly Favored”. My memory of what I discovered during my journey on that amazing path, which opened my eyes, my mind and my heart, is the reason that I have a passion for doing this work and for offering these services today.
My younger brother, Henry, and I grew up with our maternal grandmother who we called, Big Mamma. Many times after school together, we would catch a different school bus to visit our paternal grandmother’s house, Mamma Littie, as we liked to call her. I loved going to visit Mamma Littie every chance I could get, even without permission.
She made us feel loved and welcomed every time we showed up, not to say that anything was lacking in regards to Big Mamma – but there was just something extra special about our visits with Mamma Littie that has always had a deep impact on the very nature of my soul. She would take us in, cook us a nutritious dinner and then sit me between her knees and sing to me while combing my hair as I drifted into her voice and a trance-like daydream that left me feeling blessed and highly favored. In the morning, she would make us a tasty breakfast, dress us up, pack us our lunches and send us to catch the bus back to school and on to Big Mamma’s. Visiting Mamma Littie was a sanctuary that reinvigorated and fulfilled me so that I could take on a new day.
Mamma Littie never specifically told me that I am Blessed and Highly Favored, but rather she had a way of making me feel and believe that I am Blessed and Highly Favored. To this day, I know the truth of this. My childhood memories have cultivated, designed and impacted the person I am today and how I share my love and caring for those around me.
After 17 years of marriage, my husband suffered a stroke which rendered him immobile and unable to operate his own business any longer. I managed the accounts, our home and his health needs for the following 17 years. In 2000, my younger brother, Henry, died of lung cancer. Throughout the challenges of being a full-time caregiver, and the despair of losing a loved one, I relied heavily on my faith, while feeling compassion and empathy for people worldwide and a desire to help those who are struggling through difficult transitions in their lives. I feel passionately about the well-being of others and of how I can be of service to assist them to a healthier and wealthier path on their life’s journey.