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A Birthday Wish Wrapped in Wax and Wicks

Next Wednesday, September 3rd, I’ll be turning 58—yeaaaaaaa! And let me tell you, I’m excited. Not just because it’s my birthday, but because I’m still here. Still healing. Still creating. Still dreaming.

This past year has been a whirlwind. I moved; I’m settling in, writing daily, and embracing the peace that comes with new beginnings. But there’s one thing I’ve been missing deeply: making and selling candles. I haven’t poured wax or blended fragrance oils since last year. Candle-making was more than a hobby—it was therapy, joy, and a little side hustle rolled into one. It gave me purpose and peace. And now, as I continue my recovery and wait to be cleared to drive again, I want to return to that joy.

So, for my birthday, I’m asking for something simple: wax and fragrance oils. That’s it. Just the basics to get me back to creating. I’ve been using what little money I have for essentials—tissue, body wash, dish soap—but this gift would mean the world to me. It would give me something to do while I heal. Something that brings light into my space—literally.

If you feel led to help me celebrate, you can send a gift via Zelle to: lacreaselovesthelord@yahoo.com. Every little bit helps, and I’ll be lighting candles with gratitude in my heart.

Thank you for walking this journey with me. Here’s to 58 years of grace, growth, and glowing wicks.

With love, Lacrease

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What TV shows did you watch as a kid?

There’s something magical about the TV shows we grew up with. They weren’t just entertainment—they were family, laughter, lessons, and comfort wrapped into 30-minute episodes. As a kid, my living room was my portal to worlds that made me laugh, think, and dream.

I remember watching What’s Happening!! and feeling like I was part of the crew, laughing at Rerun’s dance moves and Dee’s sharp comebacks. Good Times taught me about resilience and love, even when life was tough. And Sanford and Son? That was pure comedic gold—Fred’s grumpy charm and Lamont’s patience were a dynamic I’ll never forget.

Then there were the classics that shaped my sense of humor: The Three Stooges had me in stitches with their slapstick chaos, while Happy Days made me wish I could hang out at Arnold’s with the Fonz. Bewitched sparked my imagination—who didn’t try to wiggle their nose hoping magic would happen?

Cartoons like The Flintstones and The Jetsons gave me two sides of the same coin—prehistoric fun and futuristic dreams. And The Brady Bunch? That was my crash course in blended family life, sibling drama, and groovy fashion.

These shows weren’t just background noise—they were part of my upbringing. They taught me values, gave me laughs, and created memories that still warm my heart today. I’m grateful for every moment spent in front of that glowing screen, soaking in stories that helped shape who I am.

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What do you love about where you live?

I just moved into my new place in Brush Park this past Saturday, and that’s why I’ve been quiet on the writing front. Now that everything’s put away and my space feels like home, I’m back to doing what I love—writing.

What I adore most about living here is how alive the area feels. Little Caesars Arena is right on the corner. Ford Field and Comerica Park are just down the street. I’m a huge fan of concerts, the Detroit Lions, and anything that brings people together. From my patio, I can hear the roar of Tigers games at Comerica—it’s like having front-row seats to the heartbeat of the city.

Soon, I’ll be working out in our fitness room and writing in the community room, which has a full kitchen and a cozy vibe that’s perfect for creativity. The apartments here are five stories tall—a big change from the 22-floor building I came from—but it feels more personal and grounded.

One of my favorite things? Watching people walk their dogs. As a dog lover, it warms my heart and makes me smile every time. The energy here fits my personality—friendly, vibrant, and peaceful. People greet each other with hellos and plenty of smiles. I feel like I’ve found my place, and I plan to stay a while.

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“Don’t Greet Me Dry, It’s Too Early For That”

A few weeks ago, I walked into my dentist’s office. I always try to enter every space—with Spirit, energy, and a smile that’s just waiting to meet someone’s eyes. Hello, is free, joy is contagious, and I’m a believer in setting the temperature the moment I step into a room.

But that receptionist? She greeted me with all the warmth of a cold sink faucet. Dry. No energy. No spit in her throat. I mean—nothing. She was older and her face was TWISTED! It was only 10:30 in the morning! Her attitude caught me off guard… before I knew it, I bust out laughing. Not because I was being mean—but because her energy was that unreal. I had to laugh at myself.

Then came her coworker. She caught herself acting funky and gave me this look that said: “Oh that was meant for her.” That didn’t excuse the dry tone or lack of professionalism. What she didn’t know is… I could’ve cleared that entire waiting room OUT if I wanted to. But I didn’t. Why?

Because I don’t live on anyone else’s page. I author my own energy. I decide the vibe.

She adjusted, I adjusted, and we were cool after that—but this was a reminder: Never let anyone shift your spirit. Catch yourself, center your smile, and realign. Set the atmosphere in your life.

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As women, we MUST stop talking down on men

As women, we must stop talking down on men when we’re angry, or how about PERIOD?

Words spoken in pain can slice deeper than we know. Respect in relationships or friendships is not optional—it’s foundational. Learn to smile with your eyes, speak with touch, and connect from across the room. Those are the subtle ways that build lasting intimacy.

We attracted certain energies not just by accident, but through patterns in conversation and behavior—that’s deep inner work. It’s about choosing peace, partnership, and maturity over ego and emotional chaos. Look for spiritual and emotional intelligence—not just chemistry. Some folks think love means harmony 24/7, but it’s not the disagreement—it’s how we treat each other during it.

Let’s never gaslight our men, nor make them pay emotionally for the relationships before us. That behavior doesn’t prove power—it reveals insecurity. Testing your man, trying to spark jealousy, oversharing with family and friends—those are trust-killers. Some things once said cannot be taken back.

If something doesn’t feel right between you and your partner, talk to God immediately. If you find yourself having to be disrespected and to do the disrespecting, it’s OVER. Living life does not go that way. God didn’t design us to be locked in emotional warfare. Choose peace. Choose wholeness. Choose divine alignment. Don’t waste your divine time.

Learn the lesson, move forward, and keep your spirit open to the person He has for you. You’re not a failure—it just wasn’t the alignment meant to carry you through.

Relationships are classrooms. Don’t ignore the lessons.

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Join and SUBSCRIBE to My YouTube channel coming Mid-September. COME NOW FAMILY!

I’ve got something exciting brewing—like a new candle scent that just feels right. Starting mid-September, I’ll be launching my very own YouTube channel… and I need my tribe, my village, my FAMILY to help me light this flame! 🔥

This channel will be a cozy space where heart meets humor, and spirit meets storytelling. I’ll be sharing:

https://www.youtube.com/@Iamlacrease

  • 🕯️ My journey in candle making (plus hosting classes!)
  • 😂 Funny stories that’ll make you holler
  • 🙏 Candid talks about God, faith, and personal testimonies
  • 💬 Heartfelt chats about life, family, and friendships
  • 👩🏽‍🏫 Lessons learned, laughs shared, and love poured into every video

My goal today? Hit 250 subscribers—yes, TODAY! Because when faith moves, mountains follow 🙌🏽

So please, if you’re reading this and your spirit says “go head, sis or brother,” head on over and subscribe to my channel 👉 @Iamlacrease. Drop a comment, share the love, and let’s grow together. I promise to keep it real, keep it funny, and keep it full of grace.

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“The Last Shall Be First”

No Money. No Power. Just the Book of Life.

I always imagine Judgement Day as that moment when everything finally makes sense. The world’s chaos? Silenced. No more masks. No more egos. Just truth standing tall like it never needed applause.

I’m in line. Long, yes—but it’s moving. There’s no fear, just this sacred stillness thick with accountability. And the beautiful part? Titles don’t mean a thing. Power can’t skip the line. Everybody’s on the same level now.

Then here they come—celebrities, politicians, influencers dripping in confidence and yesterday’s status. Dressed like they still think the spotlight followed them from Earth. They strut up, trying to cut the line like they own this place.

I step forward. “Oh no, baby. That may have worked at award shows and photo ops, but this? This ain’t your moment. This is God’s.”

Judgement Day isn’t about who had followers—it’s about who followed truth.

And just like that, peace washes over me. Sharp. Righteous. Because justice ain’t bending for privilege today. Ain’t nobody exempt. Everybody’s got to speak on their time here.

We were told the first shall be last. And the last shall be first. This is that moment.

And if my name’s written in that Book, it’s not ‘cause I walked a flawless path. It’s ‘cause I chose love when bitterness felt justified. I forgave when revenge called my name. I trusted God when doubt made more noise than faith.

So yes—let them wait. Like we all do.

This line? It ain’t about fame. It’s about redemption. And that line we stand in? That’s Heaven’s reset. The great equalizer.

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List 30 things that make you happy.

Waking up and saying Thank you Jesus 🙌 #Gratitude #FaithFirst

FaceTiming my mother daily or every other day 💞 #MomMoments #FamilyConnection

Seeing my dog when I visit 🐾 #BrendanJoy #DogLove

Talking to my siblings for hours and laughing 😂 #SiblingBond #FamilyLaughs

Having friends for 25+ years 👯‍♀️ #ForeverFriends #LegacyConnections

Writing and expressing myself ✍️ #CreativeVoice #WritingLife

Sleeping peacefully without delay 😴 #SweetRest #PeacefulNights

Driving just to clear my mind 🚗 #CruisingVibes #FreedomDrive

Traveling and exploring new places 🌍 #WanderSoul #AdventureAwaits

Spending quiet time with God 🙏 #FaithWalk #SpiritualPeace

Laughing loud and freely 😆 #JoyfulNoise #LaughOutLoud

Texting over phone calls 📱 #TextQueen #DigitalVibes

Enjoying a Pep-boy pepsi every now and then 🥤 #SmallJoy #ClassicSip

Cooking and eating collard greens 🥬 #SoulFoodLove #CabbageAndGreens

Watching Traitors on Peacock 🔍 #PlotTwistAddict #TraitorsWatch

Helping coordinate weddings 💐 #WeddingWhisperer #PlannerVibes

Going to concerts 🎶 #LiveMusicMagic #ConcertVibes

Visiting Atlanta and Florida 🌆🌴 #TravelTraditions #SouthernSoul

Spending time with my daughter & going to Dairy Queen with her & mom 🍦 #ThreeGenerations #DQMemories

Living solo and loving the peace 🏡 #SoloLife #SanctuarySpace

Reading and getting lost in stories 📚 #BookLover #ReadAndReflect

Watching YouTube while staying focused 🎥 #IntentionalContent #YouTubeVibes

Listening to love songs 💖 #LoveMusic #HeartBeats

Having time to reflect and create 🧠 #InnerPeace #InspiredMoments

Eating chocolate and strawberry ice cream with peanuts and bananas 🍫🍓🍌 #ComfortIndulgence #SweetEscape

Celebrating birthdays with ice cream cake and pizza 🎂🍕 #BirthdayTradition #FamilyCelebrations

Using my Frigidaire ice maker to protect my blender 😄 #SmoothieQueen #IceMakerLove

Playing Clue and solving mysteries 🔍 #BoardGameVibes #MysteryFun

Sharing my spiritual and emotional journey 💫 #TestimonyTime #SoulStories

Being able to give anonymously 💸 #SilentBlessings #HeartOfGold

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Describe one habit that brings you joy.

Every day I’m at my daughter’s house, I make sure my sweet Brendan gets his daily dose of love—and I mean real love. He’s my grand dog, my Black Lab, my baby. Giving him kisses every single day is more than just habit. It’s our sacred ritual. It’s the way I show him I’m here. That I see him. That I cherish him.

Brendan is the smartest, sweetest little schemer I know. He’s got this look—those eyes—that just melt me. And when he tilts his head and starts working me like I’m his personal snack machine? I laugh, because he knows exactly what he’s doing. His mom swears he gets away with everything when I’m around, and she’s not wrong. But isn’t that part of being a grandparent in any form? We spoil with love because we understand time doesn’t wait.

I know Brendan won’t be here as long as I’ve lived. That truth stays tucked in the back of my heart. But while he is here, I’ll keep kissing that face, rubbing his belly, and slipping him treats when he’s earned them—and sometimes when he just looks too darn cute. Loving Brendan is a daily devotion. And it brings me joy that words almost can’t capture. But I try. Because every good boy deserves his story told.

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What are you curious about?

Being Filthy Rich…Quietly

There’s a version of wealth I dream about—not wrapped in luxury cars or gated neighborhoods but tucked quietly inside the heart of someone who wants to give without applause.

I don’t want to live among the rich. I don’t want to befriend the elite. I want to remain exactly who I am: someone who wakes up with the singular desire to listen to the cries God has chosen me to hear. I want to be the anonymous presence behind answered prayers—the blessing that leaves no trace but changes lives.

I imagine starting my day with a simple prayer: “God, bring me someone to help.” Then I scroll through the news—not for the drama, but to find the stories. The quiet pain. The overlooked struggle. That’s where my wealth goes. Into light bills paid quietly. Rent covered with no sender name. Groceries on the doorstep with no explanation. Joy delivered by grace, not recognition.

My cover will never be blown because my spirit doesn’t need the spotlight. I want the kind of richness that gives me time to listen, to watch, to discern. Then to act swiftly, silently, intentionally. Because true giving doesn’t need a witness—it just needs a willing heart.

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