July 25, 2017 | By Kia Stephens | No Comments
Sex trafficking is far more rampant than we know and for many of the women negatively impacted by this social ill there is a strong correlation to the type of father they grew up with. On my next live stream hangout we are going to tackle the difficult subject of “Fathers, Daughters and Sex Trafficking” with my courageous guest, Keisha Polonio. Read More
July 22, 2017 | By Kia Stephens | 4 Comments
Generally, I am naive about a lot of things. On more than one occasion I have been the woman in the group who needed a secondary explanation on terminology everyone else already understood. So when I recently, got schooled on the subject of men, women and Instagram, I wasn’t surprised.
July 17, 2017 | By Kia Stephens | 8 Comments
It has taken me most of my marriage to understand that men and women communicate differently. For whatever reason I initially assumed that conversation with my spouse was equivalent to talking to a close girlfriend: not quite. What I failed to realize was that gender differences can trump even the most compatible of marriage relationships.
July 11, 2017 | By Kia Stephens | 6 Comments
I knew he was my husband on our first date. We were polar opposites: he a logical, mathematical genius and I a free spirited dreamer. At first glance we were an unlikely pair, but I soon discovered what people said about opposites was true: they attract.
July 10, 2017 | By Kia Stephens | 2 Comments
Navigating the opposite sex without a father is like driving in a foreign country without a GPS, map, or compass. You are pretty much left to rely on your own directional expertise, or in my case, the lack thereof. At best, this is problematic.
July 2, 2017 | By Kia Stephens | 20 Comments
I had an imaginary frenemy well into adulthood. She wasn’t a figment of my imagination created to keep me company; hers was the company I did not want to keep. She emerged as a byproduct of growing up without my dad.
June 14, 2017 | By Kia Stephens | 4 Comments
Three years ago I received a gift on Father’s Day that I didn’t ask for but desperately needed. My family of four had just finished our Father’s Day brunch. The kids were happy, my belly was bulging, and the hubby felt appreciated.
Part of me wants this blog to be about my kids and our three goldfish. It would be so much easier to write about the warm fuzzy parts of life, but I’ve never been at ease with surface-level-connections. I feel compelled to write for women who have ever struggled with the subject of father. For more than a decade I have, and not just with my biological dad but my Father in heaven too.
