Felecia Causey

-- Models: Lapreisha Russ, Jasmine McCurry, Laporsche Hollon, and Donnisia McCall Written By: Felecia Causey Photos By: Felecia Causey Many celebrity moms are constantly being judged on the wardrobe they choose to wear. I'm sure what they wear doesn't prove that their love for their child/children is different from any other mother. It is said that what women wear gives an insight of what type of person or parent she may be. I personally do not believe that. As many young mothers wonder, how does her attire not give you the visual of how she struggle to be not just a mom, but the best mother she can be. As many may not agree with her style choices , but can people question her role as a parent. Many women who are more traditional are very judgmental and are usually the biggest stylist police. The young mom work very hard to show their kid(s) how much they care. They wash their runny noses, they kiss them goodnight, and they stay up late when

My dad when I was 2 Dear Dad, We are two people who are not big at showing emotions, but we know that we both share an unconditional love for each other. In my eyes you will always be the best man I know. Yes, you don't wear a cape, but you will always be my superhero. Growing up you were strict and didn't mind giving out punishments,but now as an adult, I know I deserved each one. I appreciate the way you taught my brothers and I that hard works pays off, even if it goes unnoticed by people, but that God rewards us. Thanks for being the one who kept it real with me, and telling "just the way it was". I appreciate you teaching me integrity and to always be kind to others. I thank you for allowing me to learn stuff the hard way. I am sure you hurt as I hurt, but you gave me the room to grow into who I am. I appreciate all the jokes and family memories to be able to share them with my kids. I want to thank you for working hard and many days over

  Written By: Shenayah Jones Photos: Felecia Causey   ​ You would think that trying to paint a picture in your mind of someone you seldom know would be hard but it’s not. Do you want to know why? It’s because they are a blank canvas that doesn’t need to be drawn. Regardless of whether you are a male or female you have two choices when it comes to growing up without a father. The first option is to be a component of the statistic and the second option is to not be a component of it. I, Shenayah Jones chose not to be a component of that label or statistic. A straightforward word like father could bring up so many images in your mind. A father is supposed to be his daughter’s first love and his son’s first hero. Most people think of a father as a strong, supportive, loving and caring male but my picture was painted totally different.   ​Every since I was a little girl I always wondered and questioned as to why my father wasn't in my life like the rest of my friend's

Written By: Felecia Causey Copyrighted Models: Desiree Mack & Krishula Edwards (Desiree Mack and Krishula Edwards are only a models for this post. They are not the characters or affiliated with anyone in the story.) My best friend and I have known each other since the third grade. We did every thing together. We played sports, doubled dated at proms, and even washed each others tears, when we encountered our first heartbreak. As we grew older, we were still close, but life and responsibilities took the time we once shared away. We were both blessed to marry very handsome and successful men, and we had our kids just a couple weeks a part. We did set time for us once a month. When her mother became sick with cancer, as a friend I cooked extra dinner for her and her family. I didn't want her to worry about cooking with her busy schedule. She begin to ignore my phone calls, or she would respond rude texts, when I tried to volunteer to help her.  I assu

Written By: Felecia Causey Copyrighted Model: Actavius Surls (Actavius Surls  is only a model for this post. She is not the character or affiliated with anyone in the story.) When I was growing up all I knew was my mother. There was a gentlemen that would come in and out our house, every weekend. I was a kid, and I didn't understand, but every time he came over he would bring me toys and candy. He would never stay the night, except one time he stayed over three nights in a row. I remember one day I was getting off the bus, and the bus driver asked me "who was my father". I responded exactly like my mother told me if someone asked personal business, "you will have to ask my mother". My mother didn't show any expression on her face, when I explained to her what happened. That same night I heard her crying in her room, while I was in bed. It wasn't until high school I was picked on, and I found out, that the mystery man was suppose to

  Written By: Felecia Causey Copyrighted Model: Kirsten Lancaster (Kirsten Lancaster  is only a model for this post. She is not the character or affiliated with anyone in the story.)     As a young woman under 30 years old, I have been in two serious relationships. Each relationship was serious to the point, that I thought I would marry these young men.  My first relationship was with a guy that for some reason couldn't keep a job. I was completely fed up with feeling like I was his mother than his girlfriend. He was a romantic, but wasn't mature. When I left this relationship, I knew I would miss the romantic and sweet things he did, but I had life goals, that I couldn't see him being a part of it. We left on good terms, and are still friends.   When I started my last relationship, I made sure he had a job, and that he had life goals. He was very intelligent, and a hard worker, but he wasn't a romantic and was a very jealous man. He was very insecu

Written By: Felecia Causey Copyrighted Model: Chelsey Smith (Chelsey Smith  is only a model for this post. She is not the character or affiliated with anyone in the story) I am sure everyone that read this, had that one teacher that was completely horrible. I had several! We lived in a small town in Mississippi, where everyone knew each other. Most of my family members, never finished high school and stayed in and out of jail for petty crimes. When going to school, I had to wear hand me down clothes from people who gave them to us or I had to wear old shoes my sisters had worn. I remember this lady dropping some clothes off for me that her daughter couldn't wear any more. I was excited to wear this one particular jumper, because I thought it was so cute. It was during lunch that the lady's daughter decided to share with the whole cafeteria that I was wearing some of her old clothes. I cried because I was angry at her, I was angry for our family for being poor a

Written By: Felecia Causey Model: Danielle Skipper (Danielle Skipper is only a model for this post, she is not the character or affiliated with anyone in the story) I got married when I was 20 years old. My husband and I have two beautiful kids, after being married for five years. I work as an administrative assistant for one of the top law firms in the state. I worked long hours, and my husband, and I hardly had time for each other. We were either working or at the kids' events on the weekend. My firm hired a new young guy. The first day he laid his eyes on me, I found him attractive. He would come by my desk, and flirt or tell some lame joke, that I would pretend to be funny. Everyday my life was like rewinding a VHS cassette. I remembered, it all started as an innocent lunch date, and then to trading cellphone numbers. On the days my family had movie nights, spent time outside, or laid in the bed late, I was sneaking around sending this guy texts.