Black Mothership

You’re not just raising a child. You’re shaping tomorrow.

You wake up and by noon you’ve already been the therapist, the provider, the protector, the planner, the peacekeeper. And still, no one ever asks—who’s protecting you?

Black Mothership is more than a book. It’s a lifeline. A mirror that finally reflects your truth back to you. A movement that whispers, you don’t have to be superhuman to be worthy. It’s the manual for wearing your crown while you’re still sweeping up the pieces life tried to break.

I tell it all—motherhood and trauma, celibacy and heartbreak, autism parenting and survival, and the holy art of finding joy again when the world swears you’re not allowed to win.

This is the book you’ll keep within reach. The one you’ll slide across the table to your sister-friend. The one you’ll leave in your daughter’s hands when she forgets how powerful she is.

If you’ve ever questioned if you’re enough…

If you’ve ever cried behind the bathroom door, then walked out smiling like nothing broke…

If you’re the glue holding it all together, but no one sees the cracks—

This is yours.

Because you’re not broken.

You’re becoming.