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5 easy behaviors to adapt that will positively impact your credit.

“All That Credit…Dead it!”- or however Biggie said it!

5 easy habits to positively impact your credit.

The Notorious B.I.G may have intended to consider credit under different terms in his ‘10 Crack Commandments’. However, the same concept rings true when managing your financial portfolio. While we all know that cash is King, credit holds the keys to the Kingdom. Credit will introduce your name in rooms that cash couldn’t even dream of. With that said, having a handle on your credit is key. Now listen, it is the first of the year and human nature has us all on our best behavior for the first several weeks until we decide that whichever ‘get rich quick’ or ‘drop the weight’ quick scheme has failed us. But when it comes to the way that we manage our finances, we need to employ methods and tactics that will help us to introduce the behaviors in our lives that will yield the long-term success that we are working toward! This blogpost is all about how to positively impact our credit with easy behaviors that we are not only able to implement, but those that we can sustain.

Here’s the deal; I won’t lead you to believe that restoring, establishing or maintaining your credit is easy. It is an investment in your overall wellbeing and livelihood, just as other equally important facets of your life. The reality is what you put in you will get back. Let’s jump into it!

  • Obtain a FREE credit report that includes your credit score and credit history from each of the three credit repositories (Equifax, Experian and Transunion), every 12 months.

  • Tackle the deragotry information first- judgements, collections, charge-off accounts, etc.

  • The company that has reported your charged off account has insurance for the bad debt, this means that they have already been paid by the collection agency to obtain your debt use that to your advantage and negotiate a payment or payment plan that works for you.

  • Be sure to obtain a ‘paid in full’ letter from the collection agency, it will not disclose the amount that you paid, even if you negotiated a lesser value. Mail the letter, (that’s right, snail mail) to each of the credit bureaus. Be sure to include your name, address, SSN, DOB and a notarized copy of your valid photo ID. In your letter request that the deragatory item is removed.

  • Dispute any misinformation that you find on your report; e.g., duplicate accounts (Sprint shows on your credit report twice), incorrect addresses, misspelling of your name, accounts that were obtained illegally before you turned 18, inaccurate charges or amounts, basically any information that does not fit match your current or previous credit profile.

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I don’t believe that it’s death itself that is a difficult concept for the human mind to comprehend. I believe that the abrupt finality of the unknown is what causes so much heartache, heartbreak and confusion. From the date of our birth, death is essentially inevitable. The number of days, moments, memories, experiences, and even the number of breaths that we are allotted has been divinely preset upon our metaphysical arrival on earth. The deeper that I allow my thoughts to process the pertinent details of death, the closer I glean to the notion that we are essentially born to die. From the moment that we exit our Mother’s womb and we are delivered into an atmosphere predicated on death. During the creation and conception of a human life, I am almost positive that no one is considering death. There aren’t any thoughts that the fetus may die in a stillbirth, or that the Mother may die from complications throughout pregnancy or even at delivery. Yet, as soon as a baby enters the world, we ultimately prepare for their demise. Even the role of a Mother is to wean her baby from its dependence upon her as Mother, introduce independence to delay death for as long as humanly possible to ‘live’ a good life. I will take the liberty of speaking for the general population when I say that I do not believe that I considered or entertained the thought of death at all until I became a Mother. As soon as I held my baby in my arms, I knew that I would never want to leave her in this world without her Mother. 



Reminiscing back to my pregnancy, I can remember calling Gran. We were in the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic and I feared that I would not be able to present my swollen, pregnant belly for my GranGran to rub oils on. Nor would I have the opportunity to lay across her bed, while she stroked my temples and read verses of the Bible aloud as I cradled my belly. I imagined my pregnancy without my Gran’s delicate touch and it hurt. Rather than wallow in sadness, I decided to pick up the phone and call her. I would share the news with her via the telephone. It wasn’t the most ideal way to share the news. However, given the circumstances it was the most feasible option. I imagined the delivery of such special news to be rather impersonal this way, but I preferred some form of communication rather than none. I called Gran around mid-morning on February 12, 2020. I was preparing for my 12-week appointment. I knew that after this appointment, I would be declared well beyond the first trimester and I felt comfortable sharing the news with my family at that point. I knew I had to call Gran first, I could not let her find out from anyone other than me that I had been chosen by God to bring life into the world. Gran’s phone rang a considerable number of times. I was always sure to let the phone ring when I called her. Fiercely independent, Gran lived alone at ninety years young. This would allow her time to come out of her room and down the hall to answer the phone. Eventually she answered. “Great day! Good Mawnin’” She greeted me. I began to grin incessantly. “Great day Gran! How are you feeling? Do you know who this is?” I blurted out in a litany of questions. Before I could fix my lips to ask her another question, Gran interrupted my thoughts with her response. “Well of course I do!” She offered in her decadent bajan accent. “This Michael Daughter, born the nine-teeeeen-th of November.” She offered.

I couldn't help but to blink back the tears as she said it. I could never understand for the life of me how a then ninety year-young woman, not only remembered who she was speaking to, but also their birth date. I cupped my belly with my right hand and held the phone with my left. It was in that very moment, I imagined myself sitting on the back porch, on the top step, just beneath Gran’s legs while the mango tree provided us with shade and sustenance. I allowed the fantasy to roam, reaching the crevices of my mind, gaining additional creativity along the way. I continued to fantasize about enjoying a steaming, hot, heaping plate of macaroni pie, flying fish, fresh salad and a side of monkey bread. As I sat on the edge of my couch, listening to my Gran excitedly reminisce about the time she came to the states to visit me as a child. 


I cupped my belly with my right hand, and removed the phone from my left hand’s grasp, leveraging my hunched left shoulder to push my phone up toward my ear. I used my left hand to support my endeavor to get up off the couch. As a grown 33 year old woman, I discovered that I was nervous. I paced back and forth from the balcony back into the living room and then the kitchen. Ultimately pacing in laps around my apartment until I mustered enough courage to tell Gran what was on my heart and who was living in my belly. Finally, I collected my strength and my thoughts. “Gran…” I began slowly. “Mmmmm?” She responded. “I’m….pregnant?” I suggested, more like a question than a statement. “What was that you say?” She asked. Now I know good in hell well Gran has never been hard of hearing, but I obliged the game she decided to play. “Gran, I am having a baby, a girl, in August.” I offered in a tone of finality. I wanted to express that I said that I said and that was that. “A girl? A GIRL.” She cooed. She never asked me how I knew or if the doctor or midwife had confirmed the information as I presented it to her. I waited patiently for her to offer some motherly, more like grand-motherly advice. 

Naturally, she did. We talked about breast feeding, drinking tea to make my milk come down, taking Luke-warm, not scalding hot baths, walking regularly, maintaining a diet high in healthy, soluble fats, etc. Essentially, all of the things that I had already been doing, Gran confirmed for me as the right thing to do. “How you been keeping?” She asked, thoroughly concerned. “Good.” I said. “I have been taking my vitamins, drinking my water and trying to keep down as much food as I can.” “Drink more water.” She demanded. “Warm water. Mash up ginger, boil it up nice and drink it so settle your stomach.” As we began to wrap up the call, there was one last thing that I wanted to discuss with her. “Gran, I’ve been having dreams. Very, vivid dreams.” I said, as I patiently waited for her to collect her thoughts and offer me some advice. “Do they frighten you?” She asked. “Well, no. Sometimes they are so real, that it’s difficult for me to distinguish the dream from my reality. Sometimes I dream that I am reliving actual events from my past. I show up the way that I am now, to a situation that I experienced more than a decade ago.” She grew silent. It was almost as if I could hear the gears turning in her head. She was so thoughtful and precise in her response. “Girl.” She started, “You are on the precipice of experiencing one of God’s greatest gifts. You are on the cusp of Motherhood. When God grants you the gift as the experience of bringing life into the world, he opens up the intuitive capacity in your mind.” 


My Gran, a God-fearing, religious woman, would never say that my third-eye was opening at an exponential rate to prepare me for Motherhood, but I knew enough of what she was saying to understand what she was not saying. “When you bring life into the world, God opens up your world to reveal all that you need to know. Everything that you have not come to terms with will surface. Learn to trust yourself, lean into you.” “When I was a child..” she quoted. “…I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put those childish things away. 1 Corinthians, chapter 13 verse 11.” She quoted the Bible with such ease. It always amazed me how sharp her mind remained. She never missed a beat. Gran could recite most every chapter within the Bible and had memorized just about every hymn there was. I took heed to all that she said, as well as everything that she did not say. We ended the call, I told her I love her, she told me to send love to my father. I promised her that I would, I told her that I would let her get back to her day so that she could enjoy her soaps and the news in peace. 

As the phone call concluded, I waddled out onto the balcony and drew in a fresh, crisp breath of air. I suddenly felt so calm. The nervousness and feelings of angst all subsided and I felt more than ready to conquer the world and then some. I found it interesting that she never once asked me about the baby’s father. Gran married as a very young woman. She was married with five kids, (four survived) at the ripe, bold age of 21. Obviously, she knew that I was not married. It was almost as if she knew that the situation wasn’t worth discussing, so she didn’t bring it up. In addition to managing her household, she performed needlework in town. She nourished the creativity of her mind by creating hand-made toys for my uncles and father when they were children. A philosophical thinker, Gran maintained the possession of her divine feminine in a way that I have never witnessed anyone else do in my lifetime. A tiny woman, no more than 4’10, probably 90 lbs or so. Gran exuded divine feminity. She was soft and delicate, while still strong. In my mind, she epitomized grace, poise and femininity. The more that I reflect on the woman that she was the more similarities and comparable traits I am able to delineate between she and I. 

For the last couple of weeks, I’ve battled with her passing. When I learned that she had breast cancer I was immediately saddened. My great aunt, Gran’s sister passed away from breast cancer not even three years ago. I knew that Gran would not want to take any medications, I knew that she would not opt for any surgeries. Hell, it was difficult enough for my Uncle to get her to see the Dr. My Gran had made her peace with God and decided that she was prepared for whatever her destiny would be. When I received the call on Thursday, September 15th, 2022, I was almost prepared to hear the news before it had been delivered. I knew that she was no longer with us. My heart sank because of the drama that ensued as I attempted to obtain my daughter’s passport when she was just turning one. I knew that My Gran’s time on this earth was limited. I knew that if I wanted my daughter to meet her, that I would have to fight for it. Perhaps I should have fought harder, perhaps I should have invested my energies in other means to ensure that I was able to make it happen. I don’t know what the answer is. What I do know for sure, is that Gran’s Love is forever entrained my being. Her philosophical thought process has established real estate in my mind. Her creativity and eccentric ways are expressed in my very being. She will forever be with me, and I will forever be with She.  Me an She, the two ah we.

Happy New Year!!!!

I’m not sure about you, but I am struggling to wrap my mind around the fact that we are now, officially in 2022!!!!

If you are anything like me, the incessant adjustment of life as we know it in the midst of a global pandemic is enough to keep your head spinning let alone keeping up with that year we are in! I still feel like an entire year of my life is unaccounted for. Although it significantly commemorates the birth of my child as well as the onset of COVID, constant lockdown, scary times with the absence of produce, staple items, and hand sanitizer not to mention the virus itself… most of 2020 and all of 2021 feel like a blur.

Yet here we are. And I can smell those W2’s!!!!!!

Before you decide to succumb to the tax return flex, please take the time to ensure that your affairs are in order! In the last several weeks, I have met with several clients that either been slapped with a levy (where their wages or bank accounts have been garnished) or a tax warrant. Now, keep in mind that the IRS is ALWAYS running a few years behind in terms of audit and compliance., Add to that the CTC (Child Care Tax Credit) as well as the various economic stimulus packages sent out over the last couple of years, the IRS has been inundated with tax return requests for filers who have not filed in years previous. That’s right, those with income requirements under the $12k annual threshold have all been made eligible for the economic stimulus packages. Thus, filing a return for the years preceding the stimulus grant was a contingency in receiving funds.

WHEW! A mouthful I know! What it all boils down to is don’t be surprised if an audit from 2015 or so surfaces! But don’t stress it there are so many options to handle your business without putting a dent in your financial plans! Levy’s and tax warrants can be tricky so you want to be armed with as much knowledge as possible. Follow these few steps to get it together HUNNY!

  • Tax warrants and levies do NOT need to be paid in full to be removed from your credit report!

  • Check with your local IRS state representative to find out if you are eligible for amnesty. You may be able to pay a portion of the tax liability owed, less any interest and fees.

  • You have 15 calendar days to dispute the levy (and the fees affiliated with it) with your bank

  • This will require you to complete a W9 and a discharge of property

  • You may also have to appear before a magistrate to plead your case (in most cases this is a positive move as the fees will likely be reduced).

  • Levy fees may be waived; however, it is a one-time courtesy.

  • If you have proof of address change, name change, etc . that prevented you from receiving information on the tax liability you may be eligible for forgiveness.

  • Act quickly! Do not allow the situation to linger. The faster you work to resolve the issue the more leverage you have.

  • Finally, keep scanned or hard copies of all communication, documents filed, etc. as the IRS is notorious for ‘losing’ documentation.

  • IRS also accepts payment plans in the event that the amount owed supersedes your refund.

Here's the deal...your tax refund is yours and yours alone! How you choose to FLEX is up to you! The biggest FLEX is staying ready so you don't ever have to worry about getting ready!

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