KYM Lifestyle

10/16/2026

✈️✈️ American Airlines, this is goodbye. And Delta Air Lines, I’m coming home and never leaving again! 😂💙

Most of you know I am a DIE-HARD Delta girl! 💙✈️ However, for this trip to Savannah to attend my mother’s funeral, American Airlines had a more convenient flight schedule. I decided to give them another try. Let’s just say that was a decision I will NEVER make again!

AmericanAir, my experience with your airline has been beyond disappointing. I checked my Kenneth Cole suitcase in Las Vegas on October 7, 2026, in excellent condition. Upon arriving in Savannah, both zipper assemblies were missing, along with my TSA-approved lock and baggage identification tag. My belongings had been disturbed, and my suitcase was unusable.

What followed has been a frustrating cycle of claim denials, phone calls, emails, and being redirected to a third-party vendor. Despite providing photographs and documentation, I was denied reimbursement for the $86.31 I spent replacing my luggage.

I have filed a complaint with the U.S. Department of Transportation and the Better Business Bureau because I refuse to let this matter go unanswered.

I took a closer look at the Better Business Bureau’s profile for American Airlines, and the numbers were eye-opening:

📉 1.07 out of 5 stars for customer reviews.

📋 6,852 complaints in the last three years.

📋 1,638 complaints filed in the last 12 months.

❌ Not BBB accredited.

For comparison, Delta Air Lines is listed by the BBB as an accredited business with an A+ rating.

And here’s the thing: I’ve experienced a baggage issue with Delta before. They damaged my luggage handle, but the replacement arrived by the time I got home. That’s how you handle a customer concern, and that’s how you earn loyalty!

I understand that no airline is perfect. Delays and mishaps happen. What matters is how a company treats its customers when something goes wrong. In my experience, American Airlines failed that test.

I was already traveling during one of the most difficult times in my life. The last thing I needed was to spend my time chasing an airline for accountability over damaged luggage.

American Airlines, you’ve lost my trust. This trip was enough. This was the nail in the coffin. NEVER AGAIN!

Delta, your girl is coming home! 💙✈️😂

10/02/2026

One Week Away. 🤍

One week from today, we will gather to celebrate the life of my mother, Ms. Eula M. Rodgers.

And to be completely honest, I still haven’t fully wrapped my head around the fact that she is gone.

I know what happened.
I know the date.
I know that her memorial service is next Friday.

But knowing something in your mind and accepting it in your heart are two very different things.

Some moments I am okay.

Other moments, the reality catches me off guard.

I still think about talking to her.
I still remember the little things.
I still find myself thinking about her being here, even though I know she has transitioned.

As I prepare to return to Savannah to celebrate her life, I find myself reflecting on the woman she was and the legacy she leaves behind.

Strength.
Resilience.
Faith.
Family.

Those are the words that keep coming back to me.

Our relationship wasn’t perfect. It didn’t need to be.

She was my mother, and I loved her. And as I sit with her absence, I find myself appreciating even more the strength and resilience I witnessed in her life.

Next Friday, we will gather not simply to mourn her passing, but to honor her life.

A life of strength and resilience.

A life of faith and family.

A life that mattered.

Mama, I am still learning how to say goodbye.

Perhaps I don’t have to.

Perhaps I simply have to learn how to carry your memory differently.

One week.

I’m coming home to celebrate you. 🤍🕊️

Ms. Eula M. Rodgers
April 24, 1945 – August 22, 2026

A Life of Strength & Resilience

08/22/2026

Strength & Resilience

I have been sitting quietly today, reflecting on my mother.

There are so many things I could say about her, but two words keep rising to the surface:

Strength.
Resilience.

Our relationship wasn’t perfect.

There were complicated seasons. There were things we understood differently, things we carried differently, and moments that weren’t easy.

But none of that erases what I admired about her.

My mother was strong.

She knew how to keep going.

She knew how to endure.

She faced things that could have broken her, and somehow she continued to find a way forward.

And perhaps as I sit here now, I realize that some of the strength I have spent years recognizing in myself may have been something I first witnessed in her.

Resilience has a way of being passed down.

Not always through words.

Sometimes we learn it simply by watching someone live.

Watching them get up.

Watching them keep going.

Watching them carry what they never thought they would have to carry.

My mother taught me things I may not have understood while she was here.

And today, I am choosing to remember more than the difficult parts.

I am remembering the woman.

My mother.

Her strength.

Her resilience.

The life she lived.

The things she survived.

The things she gave.

And the parts of her that will continue to live in me.

This morning, my mother transitioned from this life.

And while my heart is still trying to understand that sentence, I am grateful that I had the privilege of calling her Mom.

Rest now, Mama.

You don’t have to be strong anymore.

You don’t have to keep going.

You can finally rest.

I love you.

And I will carry you with me. 🤍

08/08/2026

There are some kinds of pain you don’t know how to explain.

Not because you don’t remember what happened.

But because there were so many things.

The loss.
The caregiving.
The illness.
The grief.
The years of putting everyone else first.
The dreams you quietly placed on the shelf.
The woman you were before life asked so much of you.

And somehow, you survived it all.

People see you standing.

They don’t always see what it cost you to get here.

But here’s what I’m learning:

Survival is not the end of the story.

There comes a moment when you have to stop asking, “How do I get back to who I was?”

And begin asking:

“Who am I now?”

Maybe you’re not broken.

Maybe you’re not behind.

Maybe you’re standing at the threshold of the life that becomes possible when you finally stop abandoning yourself.

This is the work I’m doing now.

Not becoming someone new.

Coming home to the woman who was always there.

And becoming her.

If you’re in The After, I want you to know something:

You are not alone. 🤎

🦋

08/03/2026

My morning ritual, currently on hyper-fixation rotation! ✨

I am intentional about starting the day vibrantly as I work towards hitting my collagen goals.

07/30/2026

A Self-Reminder 🦋

Never forget the toughness that runs through your blood. 🙏🏽

Sometimes we need to remind ourselves just how much we’ve already survived.

07/30/2026

Well, look at God! 🙌🏽

This morning I opened my banking app and noticed an ACH deposit with no name attached to it. I shrugged my shoulders, made a mental note to go back and figure it out later, and kept moving.

A little while ago, I received an email that said:

“It’s Payday From Barnes & Noble Press.” 😂

BOOK ROYALTIES! 📚🎉

I just sat there for a moment and smiled because sometimes God has a way of reminding us that the seeds we planted are still producing fruit, even when we’re not thinking about them.

I am so grateful. Not just for the royalty, but for every single person who purchased Becoming Her, read it, shared it, gifted it, or recommended it to someone else.

You supported something that came from a very personal place in my life, and I don’t take that lightly.

So today, I’m praying a special blessing over every person who has purchased Becoming Her.

May God bless you for blessing me. May He return it to you in ways you never expected. 🙏🏽

And Lord, thank You for reminding me that what You ask us to plant in faith can continue to bear fruit long after we’ve released it.

Praise God! 🙌🏽

My heart is full.🦋

07/23/2026

My heart is so full. ❤️

As I close out my 58th birthday, I simply want to say…thank you.

Thank you to every person who took a moment out of your day to celebrate me. Whether you called, sent a text, posted a message, sang Happy Birthday, prayed for me, or blessed me with a thoughtful gift, please know that every expression of love touched my heart more than words can express.

I truly felt seen.
I felt loved.
I felt celebrated.

I spent the day with my son and daughter-in-law, and it was everything I could have hoped for and more. My expectations were exceeded in every way.

Most of all, I am grateful to God.

When I look back over my life, I see His hand in every season. Through the valleys and the mountaintops, through loss and healing, through endings and beautiful new beginnings, He has remained faithful.

Today wasn’t just about turning 58.

It was a reminder of His goodness.
His grace.
His mercy.
His perfect timing.

Thank you for being part of my journey. Your love, encouragement, and friendship are gifts I never take for granted.

Here’s to another year of becoming…walking by faith, embracing purpose, and trusting God with every step ahead.

Tonight, I go to bed with a full heart.

Thank you for making my 58th birthday one I will never forget.

To God be all the glory. 🦋🙏🏽

07/22/2026

🎉Happy Birthday to Me 🎉

58 years ago today Yahweh decided the world needed me in it.

And today I celebrate His decision with my whole heart.❤️

This has not been an easy journey. There have been losses that almost undid me, seasons that asked everything I had, and moments where I did not know if I would make it to the other side.

But here I am. Standing. Becoming. Grateful.

At 58 I know things I could not have learned any other way.

I know that rest is not weakness. That boundaries are not walls. That starting over at 56 in a new city with my fur baby Sebastian and a dream bigger than your circumstances is not crazy — it is courageous.

I know that the woman Yahweh purposed me to be was always in there, waiting patiently for me to finally have enough margin to come looking for her.

I found her. And she is something.

To everyone who has prayed for me, loved me, walked with me, and believed in what Yahweh was doing even when I could not see it — thank you. From the depths of me, thank you.

58 is not the finish line. It is the beginning of the best chapters yet.

Watch me become her. 🦋

07/19/2026