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Thank you for visiting my blog. My name is Lyndia, and I’m a single mom living in Brooklyn, NY. I work full-time in the managed care industry, and I’m also working to launch my small business, Majestic Embellishments (ME). But enough about me—let’s get into why we’re really here. I’ve been blessed with two beautiful daughters—my oldest, Tereya (Rae), and my youngest, Ny’Asia (Ny). Like most siblings, they may argue and fuss, but beneath it all, they deeply love and care for each other.

Although my daughters have different fathers, their births came from relationships that were once filled with love. I became pregnant with Tereya at the age of 20. Her father and I went through many challenges—some our own, others fueled by outside pressures. When she was two years old, we ended our relationship, and for most of her life he has lived in another state. Over time, we’ve managed to build a respectful and civil friendship.

My experience with Ny’Asia’s father has been very different. We were once engaged, but the engagement ended for reasons I’m not ready to share publicly. Eventually, for my own peace of mind and for the well-being of my children, I made the decision to walk away. Co-parenting has not been easy, and developing a cooperative relationship continues to be a challenge. Still, like everything in life, it remains a work in progress. Never did I imagine I would become a single mom twice, but life has its twists and turns. Despite the stress and struggles that come with single motherhood, there is very little I would change. I have a stable job, and I’m currently pursuing my second college degree.

My brown girls are the loves of my life and my purpose. We live simply, and though our journey has included bumps, wrong turns, and hard lessons, things are getting better each day. My story is still unfolding. Through all the challenges I’ve faced—and the ones still ahead—I refuse to see myself as a victim. I am committed to growing, healing, learning, teaching, and empowering both myself and others. At the end of the day, I alone determine the direction of my life.

Why Did I Start Dear Diary: My Life Raising Brown Girls?

A friend and former coworker encouraged me to start this blog. Dear Diary: My Life Raising Brown Girls is a personal space where I share what it’s like to raise two African American daughters—my “brown girls”—as a single mom. It’s a place where I talk openly about motherhood, womanhood, co-parenting, and everyday life. It’s a space for all parents, regardless of background or marital status.

Here, you’ll find posts about faith, resilience, and my trust in God, along with discussions on topics like peer pressure, bullying, education, health, wellness, entertainment, activities, and more.

Once upon a time, society often viewed single mothers negatively. Today, being a single mom is far from uncommon—and far from shameful. We don’t need pity. We need support—emotional, mental, and spiritual—from one another as we navigate motherhood and life’s ups and downs. And yes, sometimes we simply need a place to vent. I’m here to offer encouragement, understanding, and a listening ear to any mother who feels unheard or alone.

I hope you enjoy reading my thoughts, reflections, and occasional ramblings. I look forward to connecting with you.

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"There is only one way to succeed in anything and that is to give it everything."
                                                                                      -----Vince Lombardi

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