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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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Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.

I was working the register at Walmart when a young woman approached my line. I started ringing up her items, but when it came time to pay, her energy shifted. She looked through her purse, looked around nervously, and then paused. Something about her facial expression was different. It wasn’t embarrassment—it was helplessness.

At first, I wondered if she’d left her wallet in the car or at home. But my spirit told me she truly didn’t have it. And in that second, I knew what I needed to do. I reached into my pocket, handed her the money, and said quietly, “Here boo, get your baby some milk and keep the change.”

I’ve been that mama before. A single mother doing her best, even when times get tough. Her father was in her life, but there were still days when the numbers didn’t add up and the needs outweighed the means. But God always showed up. And that day, I got to be someone’s answered prayer.

What she may never know is that helping her helped me too reminding me of my own resilience and the compassion that still lives in this world. That baby deserved that milk. And that mama deserved that moment of peace. And I thank God I was there to give it.

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How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

If you couldn’t see me, you’d still feel me.

I’m expressive—very expressive. My face has a mind of its own. It twists, turns, and contorts with every story I hear or tell, not for show, but because I live inside each moment.

Eye contact? I don’t just glance—I lock in. I stare, intentionally and intensely, because I’m painting pictures in my mind as you’re speaking. Every detail matters. If something feels blurry, I’ll stop you, ask questions until it’s crystal clear.

That’s how I connect—with precision and purpose.

And yes, I love sarcasm. But never to offend. It’s my way of nudging people toward laughter and helping them see things from a new angle.

If you’re telling me a story, just know I’m in it with you—mapping every scene, questioning every twist, laughing at the absurd, and honoring the truth.

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What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

My 3 siblings- Peedie, Bobby and Yolanda

Growing up with both parents in the home and being the oldest of four shaped me in ways that continue to nourish my soul. From a young age, my siblings and I were taught one golden rule: no fist fighting, no exceptions, not even once. It didn’t matter how mad you were — we had to talk it out. No name-calling either. Debates had to stay respectful and focused on the issue. That meant no “you’re ugly” or “you’re dumb” — just words with purpose, and always with love behind them.

And you know what? That rule was a gift. Today, all four of us are in our 50s, and the love between us feels like sunshine warmed by time. There’s a closeness that only comes from growing up in a household where peace was protected, and connection was nurtured.

💭 One tradition we’ve slowly drifted from — despite our parents’ wishes — is the gathering on holidays. My dad loved to fire up the grill, and my mom would clean and season the meat like clockwork. There’d be sides for days, and the house smelled like family. But as we got older, we realized something: we ate like that every week. Holidays started to feel more about food than feeling, and slowly, that tradition faded.

✨ But make no mistake — we haven’t lost our way. Because when it comes to birthdays, we celebrate loud and proud. We show up. We bring ice cream cakes, pizza, chips, drinks, pasta — everything that says “party” without fuss. We love the ease and joy of it all. It’s not about the menu, it’s about the memory. Every birthday is a chance to honor each other, to gather, to laugh, and to feel gratitude for another year together.

Even our mom, who still adores traditional holiday moments, has leaned into this birthday month celebration style. And though my dad is no longer with us, the legacy of love he and my mom built lives on in every laugh, every hug, every shared slice of cake.

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Was today typical?

No, I slept way too much.

I kept on nodding off. Then it started raining and that was my cue. I turned off the TV, and then the lights and it was a wrap. LOL

I hate that because now its 4:10 am and I am nowhere close to go back to sleep. I’m up for a long time and I know it LOL So, I’m going to write and schedule blog entries until these eyes get sleepy. And I know me, it’s going to be a good 1:00 pm.

Yes, I had that much sleep.

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How would you describe yourself to someone?

Someone who loves people, someone who loves to listen and who gives Godly advice IF ASKED. I used to just automatically voice my opinion until a friend said, ” sometimes you need to just listen”, I love that. I got that. Because sometimes people just need an ear.

I love to laugh, and I laugh loudly especially if whatever is said really touched me. I’m friendly and can talk to a bird if it flew in front of me. I’m very approachable and very direct WITH LOVE.

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If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

If I won two free plane tickets, there wouldn’t be a moment’s hesitation—I’d be back in Atlanta.

Every visit is like watching the city dance in a new outfit. I love seeing how the buildings change and grow, reflecting a spirit that never stands still. Buckhead and Sandy Springs? My favorites. Something about those neighborhoods wraps me in comfort and familiarity. And this time, I’ve got my eyes set on the World of Coca-Cola—finally! I want to sip on the nostalgia and savor all that’s new in downtown Detroit too, but there’s something magnetic about Atlanta that keeps pulling me back.

Florida is lovely—sunshine and serenity—but Atlanta? Atlanta is love. Atlanta is legacy.

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What’s the story behind your nickname?

My nickname is Zee-Zee, and while I can’t say for sure where it originated, I know exactly where it bloomed — from the heart of my grandmother. She was my mother’s mother.

From her two daughters, my grandmother welcomed five grandchildren into the world — each with a name, and more importantly, a nickname chosen by her own spirit and wisdom. These weren’t just pet names or playful labels. They were personalized blessings.

We are:

🌟 Zee-Zee — that’s me, the eldest of the eldest. 🌟 Dee-Dee — my cousin Dial, named by Aunt Wana, my mother’s only sibling. 🌟 Na-Na — my sister, born Yolanda, lovingly nicknamed with a gentleness that mirrors her soul. 🌟 Bobby — our brother, named after our father Robert, grounding us in legacy and tradition. 🌟 Peedie — our baby sister Electria, whose nickname sparkles with playfulness and youth.

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What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?

At 57, I’ve learned the importance of paying attention—not just to my surroundings, but to my body’s quiet messages. It’s a daily practice of mindfulness, noticing the subtle shifts that tell me when I’ve had too much pop, when a dinner was a little too heavy, or when my legs feel like they need more care and attention. This isn’t about restriction—it’s about restoration.

I’m a foodie. I love hamburgers. Today, I indulged in a Whopper, Pringles, and M&M’s. Not only was it delicious, but it reminded me how good it feels to satisfy a craving. Here’s the kicker—I haven’t had a Whopper at all this year. So today wasn’t about guilt. It was about joy.

But tomorrow? Tomorrow begins a reset. Back to salads, water, and sandwiches. Because I also stepped on the scale yesterday and saw that I’ve lost 7 pounds. That’s no small thing—and it came from tuning in, being aware, and making gentle adjustments. It’s amazing what we learn when we really listen to our bodies and give them what they need.

My strategy for health and well-being is simple: I pay attention. And that awareness gives me power—not just over what I eat, but over how I move, how I rest, and how I thrive.

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What are your future travel plans?

For ten days, I won’t belong to a schedule, a to-do list, or anyone else’s expectations. I’ll be aboard a cruise ship, surrounded by ocean and possibility, choosing peace one sunrise at a time.

This isn’t just a vacation—it’s a reclamation. A solo journey to tune into me. To wake when I want. To sleep without apology. To sip on something smooth in the entertainment lounge, laughing with strangers or simply taking in the hum of life around me.

I’ll call my family and friends when I feel moved to share a moment. But mostly, I’ll be discovering the joy of my own company. If I want to step off the ship and explore the warmth and flavors of island life, I’ll do it. If I want to wrap up in cozy sheets and drift off to the sound of the waves—yes, that’s on the agenda too.

This trip is about honoring what I crave: silence when I want it, community when I choose it, and indulgence without compromise. Just once, I want to experience the freedom of doing absolutely everything—or absolutely nothing—on my own terms.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

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