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START building yourselves A VILLAGE for the LIVES of your CHILDREN

Growing up, influence wasn’t a trend—it was a way of life. We didn’t curse around our parents, aunts, uncles, neighbors, or any elders. Period. Respect was rooted deep. Even the smallest slip—saying “butt” or “you lied”—was a line we knew not to cross. And if we did? Oh yes, trouble followed.

Our parents didn’t parent alone. They built a village. And in that village, we had second mothers—like Ms. Harris. She didn’t play. She loved us hard and checked us harder. As kids, we joked that she was always “telling on us,” but deep down, she treated us like we were hers. And looking back, that wasn’t snitching—it was love.

I learned that lesson for real when I moved out at 22 with my three-year-old daughter. I was standing in my new kitchen, proud and grown. Hair laid, bad shape SHAPING, smile radiant, pretty face prettying, and feeling good. That’s when I heard God whisper: “You still have Me to answer to.” I knew His voice. I’d known it since I was 14. And in that moment, I understood adulthood doesn’t erase accountability.

Later, I found a new village—a four-family apartment, full of mothers. Ms. Elizabeth, Lorraine, Tonya, La Sonya-* Googie*, Yvette * Kim* we did life together. We shared meals when times got tight, watched each other’s kids, ran errands, cried, laughed, celebrated. We didn’t even have to build a village—God delivered it.

That influence? It passed to my daughter. She never cursed in front of them. She understood respect wasn’t optional—it was inherited. And to this day, respect runs deep through her. As her mother I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So today, when I see adults cursing on Facebook like elders can’t see it… I cry inside, because they have kids too. Just because you’re grown doesn’t mean you throw away your dignity. Being able to search your mind for better language—that’s growth. And me? At 57… I’m just not that grown.

Let’s stop acting like influence is outdated. The truth is: the next generation is watching. So, let’s guide them, correct them, love them. Even if it upsets them. Speak wisdom, carry a spirit that commands respect. Be a mirror of God’s voice, like I heard that day in the kitchen.

Let’s stop being afraid to correct. Let’s reclaim our influence. We may be grown, but we still have Someone to answer to.

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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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Tyler Perry fired his AUNT?

It’s frustrating when some celebrities open up about personal family issues—how relatives ask for money or expose them publicly—but then stay silent when it comes to similar struggles with other celebrities. That selective transparency can feel unfair, even performative.

Here’s the thing: family stories often come with an emotional punch that draws attention. But choosing not to speak about equally messy stories involving well-known peers creates a double standard. It paints their relatives as opportunistic while shielding others with fame from the same scrutiny. And when they give or loan money to famous friends with no shame, yet call out their own kin—it sends a mixed message. Almost like… you’re allowed to ask for help if you’re rich and famous, but if you’re family, you’re a burden.

💬 Why it hits hard:

It makes their generosity look performative: noble when helping famous friends, but judgmental when helping family.

Families are usually the ones who were around before the fame, trying to hold onto a real connection.

Celebrities airing private struggles publicly—without naming equally messy celebrity situations—can feel like emotional branding, not real vulnerability.

Why Family Stories Get the Spotlight

  • Power Dynamics: Celebrities usually have more control over the narrative when speaking about relatives who aren’t famous. There’s no publicist, fanbase, or industry clout defending the family member’s side—so the celeb’s version goes unchallenged.
  • Sympathy Plays: Talking about family drama can make a celebrity seem relatable or even heroic—“look what I overcame.” It stirs empathy without risking Hollywood relationships.
  • Image Protection: Exposing a fellow celebrity’s messy moment could strain future work or social circles. It’s safer to keep those skeletons in the walk-in closet.
  • Media Framing: Interviews, documentaries, and memoirs often focus on “origin stories,” and unfortunately, family strife sells better than industry conflict.

😶 Why It Feels Hypocritical

That imbalance makes the family member look greedy, while the industry peer gets grace, privacy, and protection.

They’ll publicly call out a cousin for asking for $5,000 but stay silent when a celebrity friend borrows $500K and vanishes until their next comeback.

Don’t get this VIRGO STARTED!! Dont talk about your family on social media. If they share what they know about you, yall will be getting Cease-and-Desist Letters.

A celebrity friend of Tyler Perry, used his Black Card to purchase a Rolex watch during a trip in Italy. When asked about her purchases, she humorously mentioned needing undergarments, but she ultimately went to the Rolex store.

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Nurturing Gifts from a Young Age: Raising Purpose-Driven Children

One of the most important roles we have as parents is to pay attention. Not just to behavior or milestones—but to what genuinely lights up our children’s spirits. I believe that by watching our kids closely in their early years, we begin to uncover the natural gifts God placed inside of them. These moments of curiosity and passion aren’t random—they’re sacred breadcrumbs leading us to their purpose.

If we take the time to notice what they love—whether it’s drawing, storytelling, building things, helping others, or showing compassion—we can begin to nurture those interests with intention. Why wait until they’re adults to start asking “What do you want to do?” why can’t we guide them now toward creating a life rooted in meaning?

When a child loves creating or organizing, we don’t dismiss it—we celebrate it. Because those passions, when watered by a parent’s belief and God’s timing, can blossom into ministries, businesses, or movements that impact generations.

What does your children love to do? Share.

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“Dear Tyler Perry: A Letter from a Front Row Fan”

I’ve loved your work for decades. When your plays came to town, I was always right there in the front row—laughing, crying, praising God, and feeling every word like it was written for my life. You reminded us that healing, forgiveness, and faith could walk hand in hand with good storytelling. That’s the Tyler I connected with—the one who made space for Jesus, redemption, and accountability in every production.

So watching you change… it hasn’t been easy.

I know you’ve shared some of the pain and trauma you carry. I’ve read how your mother’s passing affected you, how you’ve turned to edibles and coping mechanisms to manage that grief. I understand that healing isn’t linear. But as someone who’s watched you grow older in the public eye, I can’t help but feel like your art isn’t growing with you.

Your recent sitcoms—filled with vulgarity, excessive sexual content, and even male-on-male scenes that don’t seem rooted in any deeper message—feel disconnected from the man I once saw as a vessel for truth and restoration. It’s not about judging the characters or the choices—they exist in real life too—it’s about the intention behind the scenes. Once, your work held up a mirror to the soul. Now, it feels more like a show for shock.

Some will say you’ve evolved. But from where I sit, it doesn’t look like growth. It looks like unresolved pain.

You once led with purpose. Now, it feels like you’re walking with the crowd. I never expected perfection from you—but I did expect alignment with the message you built your legacy on. The Tyler who taught us how to forgive our fathers, how to get out of bad relationships, how to stand in the name of God—that Tyler seems distant.

And maybe… maybe this letter isn’t about disappointment. Maybe it’s about mourning. Mourning the loss of an artist who once made so many of us feel seen and understood in ways Hollywood never could.

I still care. I still respect your work ethic. But as a supporter who believed in the why behind your storytelling, I hope you come back to center.

Love always, A front-row sister who still believes in your light.

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You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

I told my family time and time ago. I’m not a lottery player but lately it’s been fun playing because I really want to hit the Mega Millions.

We all agreed that if anyone of us hit, that we would call a meeting IMMEDIATELY absolutely IMMEDIATELY to moms place.

Our phone call to each sibling, the 4 of us ((everyone call up their own kids)) later when they find out the news. We would say there is a meeting at mom’s NOW, and that it’s good news. Of course we’ll ask each other did you hit the lottery? For me I’ll say I’m not telling, but be there in one hour.

And when everyone get there, they will find out they’re millionaires.

That’s our promise to each other. Call an IMMEDIATE MEETING.

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What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

It’s funny because my parents use to always say… “Don’t get old.” I knew that they weren’t saying “die early”, and now that I’m at that age they said it, I knew exactly what they mean. Because these knees are off the hook!!! 😂😂😂😂 Whew Chile!!!

Honestly, I look forward to getting old. I want to see my great nieces and nephews grow up to have families. I want to have my regular debates with my siblings. I want to take care of my mother. I look forward to these things.

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My Grandbaby Dog

What is good about having a pet?

When I tell you I Love my grandbaby dog…. hear me.

My one and only child bought a home and got her a dog. D

Dogs are my favorite animals and I remember when I first met him, he was three months old. It wasn’t always roses with Mr. Brendan and I. For a minute I thought we weren’t going to get along. He used to jump on me when I walked in the door. He would nibble on my ears and give me little nip bites on my arms. I think I was scared of him for a moment. He would take my hat, socks and my hairpiece making me chase him.. He was aggressive, but not hurtful. I had to realize that he was just a baby and had to learn. My daughter trained HIM WELL. Very well. He’s 3 years old now and he’s my bestie. Smart, loving and love watching his dog movies. I love taking him for rides, but He HATES RED LIGHTS. 😆😆😆

Mr. Brendan is very aggressive when playing because He is very competitive. This dog wants to win in everything. I told my daughter as the months went on, that if he was a person, he would definitely play football. He wants to win every game or he’s gonna want to keep playing until he wins. Brendan is very very strong. It amazes me now how he loves football and when he sees them run the ball, he’s up jumping, doing spins and tail chasing.

I absolutely love My Grandbaby. He loves to play. Brendan is a Black Lab. There is not a day go by that I don’t Thank God for him. I spend weeks at a time with them before going home 10 minutes away. 😆😆😆

Brendan saying my NAME ❤️
Brendan and Chicken
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Simone Biles / Short Stories

It’s well-known that Simone Biles was raised away from her mother due to her mother’s struggle with drug addiction. In a recent interview, her mother was questioned about having Simone’s contact number. She confirmed she did but chose not to initiate contact, opting to wait for Simone to reach out when ready. This decision was met with criticism by some, given that her mother’s addiction was the cause of their estrangement. Nonetheless, I Pray, Simone reaches out to her mother. It’s my wish that she finds it in her heart to forgive and inquire about her mother’s life and the battles she faced that led to drug dependency.

I understand that our parents have their own challenges, some of which they never overcome. Perhaps they lack strength or a supportive network. These challenges can drive a wedge between us and our loved ones. By making an effort to comprehend their upbringing, we might start to grasp their choices. While we may not concur, their experiences remain their truth. I hope that in having this dialogue, Simone and her mother can start healing and forge a strong mother-daughter bond.

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Reading the Bible at 14/Short Stories

At 14, I started reading the Bible for myself. My mom would take us to church on Sundays, and that’s what made me want to know Jesus personally. I was often punished for bad grades and not doing my chores. That’s how I had the time to read the Bible because reading was something I loved to do anyway. I remember reading and saying to myself that all I had to do was be good, be nice, repent, and I would make it to heaven. I had parents who loved me and told us every day. We weren’t allowed to fight as siblings; anytime we got into an argument, we had to kiss and make up on the spot, which we hated. But now, as adults, we argue but have never had a fight with each other, and we love that. We had the best friends growing up. We never fought them either. It’s amazing that we all are friends to this day.

As the years went on, I read my Bible daily, sometimes all day. The stories interested me. There are scriptures that really stood out to me when I moved out of my parents’ home into my own place. I thought that everyone in their homes respected and loved their parents. I truly got the shock of my life when I found out that not everyone lived like us. We respected our parents, and even though we didn’t always agree with them, we loved them.

 

  1. Exodus 20:12: “Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you.”
  2. Ephesians 6:2-3: “Honor your father and mother—which is the first commandment with a promise—so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.”
  3. Proverbs 1:8: “Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.”
  4. Colossians 3:20: “Children, obey your parents in everything, for this pleases the Lord.”

I once believed that everyone knew and believed in Jesus. I assumed all were practicing kindness to enter Heaven. I thought people always told their friends they loved them and remained loyal. I believed that those who loved each other would preserve their friendship. But no, I’ve learned that everyone has their own motives, and that those who are hurt often hurt others. As for me, I will continue to love people because that’s my calling.

Hebrews 10:24 

And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works,

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