No Ceilings, Just Mangoes (and Black Girls Day Off)
July was aah-mazing.
No, for real — aaah. mazzz. ing.
The Smashwords book sale didn’t just do well — it overhit the mark I had quietly set in my head.
The lesson?
Stop creating ceilings for yourself.
Let God do His thing. He’s not working within the limits you made up.
One of the biggest highlights? My interview with Cris Collins — I’ll drop the podcast link soon so you can hear me banging me mout’ like I haven’t laughed in ages. That conversation filled me up.
And right after that? I went to Bunch N Bashment and met some of the most beautiful souls. The kind of people who see you and get you. I love being in spaces where we talk about our stories, our places, our our. (Yes — our our.)
Now it’s August — and the energy has shifted.
School is starting, schedules are stacking, and life feels like one of those mango trees that finally gives in and starts dropping fruit all over the yard.
So many ripe mangoes.
Not enough mouths and bellies to keep up.
That’s what August is like for me.
I get to meet new students — middle schoolers, college freshmen, wide-eyed elementary kids.
Each one with a name I’ve got to learn, remember, pronounce correctly, and say often.
I really should come up with a system. Sticky notes? Nickname charts? A spreadsheet? A whispered prayer?
But even in all the back-to-school hustle, one thing stays centered in my heart:
Black Girls Day Off.
This is my heart work.
This is the thing I’m building for them — and them only.
Black girls.
In Orlando.
Ages 12–18.
I want to create a day that’s theirs. Free of pressure. Full of joy. Overflowing with love.
And completely free. 1000% free.
But I can’t do it alone.
💛 Will you donate?
💛 Will you share the link with someone who can?
💛 Will you be part of something unforgettable?
Registration is coming soon. If you know a Black girl in Orlando who needs this — tell her to watch out. This is for her.
No ceilings. No limits.
Let’s do something big — and ours.
Until next month,
Keep pouring in. Keep showing up.
Keep believing that joy belongs to us too.
With gratitude,
Leah T. Williams
@kittiwriter1
🌴 Caribbean stories. Young voices. Real life.
