From the Desk of Mommy

So I did a thing. A statewide thing. A few months ago, I was asked by a hospital to share my story of finding my BFF of 37 years and Gabby's godmother dead in her home due to COVID-19.I'm running a business with Gabby, managing my husband's comedy career, and working a full-time job while being a wife, mother, daughter, sister, auntie, etc. The LAST THING I wanted to do was be a vaccination spokesperson or poster child. But I couldn't continue to ignore the requests, especially if something I could say would prevent someone else from experiencing the pain...

You (and every member of the Confidence Family) are amazing, rozalynn. Your encouragement and prayers were greatly appreciated as we faced the first birthday of my best friend of 37 years, classmate, maid of honor and GaBBY and Michael's godmother without her physical presence. In case this is the first email you have read about Tameka, I found her dead in her home from COVID on January 7th and have been working to properly grieve and heal from the experience and share my journey. I mentioned that we may go to the spot we celebrated all her birthdays, Texas Roadhouse....

Real talk. I've been dreading this week. Thanks for all of your encouragement and prayers since I found my best friend of 37 years, classmate, maid of honor and GaBBY and Michael's godmother dead in her home from COVID January 7. Her completely unexpected death rocked us to the core, but we know it has been our faith and the support and love of family like you that has kept us. Every March 25 or within days following, the kids and I would take Godmommy Meka to Texas Roundhouse. It was our spot. It was loud and so were we! We'd stay for...

My jaw dropped typing that, but it's true. I was (and still am) obsessed with Michael Jackson and I thought getting a Jheri Curl in my shoulder length hair would make me look like his sister Janet. SMH...  Gabby got her gift for nagging honest. In her case, it led to us inventing GaBBY Bows. In my case, it led to me convincing my mom to chemically process my thick, beautiful and growing hair.  It wasn't long before clumps of hair were in my wide tooth comb and my hair couldn't stretch to the middle of my ear.  I was in the 4th grade...

Raise your hand if you have heard this advice before. I remember hearing it when Gabby was a baby and we were trying to get her to sleep in her crib and not in the bed with us. I was a first-time mom and thought it was cruel until I realized I was being played by my brilliant bundle of joy and crocodile tears. She knew if she cried enough, she would get prime real estate in our bed.  I had to realize that as her parent, it was my responsibility to parent and discipline her to sleep independently. This...