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3 contributions to HDD | AI Legacy Hub
The Legacy of the Sticky Handprint
My four-year-old once told me, very confidently, that when he grows up, he’s going to “own everything.” Not in a villain way. More like… a juice-box empire. I asked, “Everything like what?” He looked at me like I was slow and said, “Like the couch. And the house. And you. Because I take care of my family.” Reader… I almost dropped my coffee. Later that day, he followed me around “helping.” Helping is a generous word. He mixed Play-Doh colors that should never meet. He reorganized my purse. He put a sticker on an important paper “so it wouldn’t feel lonely.” At some point I said, “Hey, mommy is working on building our future.” My four-year-old nodded very seriously, wiped his sticky hands on my leg, and said, “Okay. I’m building it with you.” And that’s when it hit me. Legacy isn’t just houses or money or businesses. It’s that moment when a tiny human believes—without question—that he belongs in the building process. It’s the confidence to say “I take care of my family” before he can even spell “responsibility.” It’s learning that work can happen with laughter, mess, and love all in the same room. That sticker on my paper? That’s part of the legacy now. The sticky handprint on my leg? Also legacy. Because one day, when he does own his juice-box empire, he’ll remember that building something wasn’t scary… It was just something you did together. 💫
The Legacy of the Sticky Handprint
2 likes • Jan 23
Beautiful
What You’ve Been Carrying Isn’t Random
Some of the weight you feel didn’t begin with you. It was modeled, normalized, and passed down quietly. I remember realizing that some of my “responsibility” wasn’t actually mine — it was inherited loyalty. That awareness didn’t make me angry. It made me gentler with myself. Today isn’t about fixing your family. It’s about noticing what you’ve been holding without consent.
2 likes • Jan 16
Amen and I can relate.
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When it comes to using your voice in life or business, which one feels most true right now? Poll options: - 🗣️ I speak up easily — it feels natural - 🤔 I know what I want to say, but I hesitate - 😶 I’m still learning to trust my voice - 🔄 It depends on the room or situation No right answers here. This is just a moment of noticing where you are — and letting the community see they’re not alone in it. (Feel free to share more in the comments if you want… or just vote and keep it moving. Both count.)
1 like • Jan 15
I speak up easily. It is authentic. I may not be for everyone—and everyone is not for me. God orders my connections.
3 likes • Jan 16
I would first ask what is the challenge or what is preventing them from finding their voice? A lot of people who struggle to speak up learned, somewhere along the way, that their truth caused discomfort, conflict, or dismissal. So silence became a form of protection. That doesn’t mean you lack a voice; it means you’re trying to find your way , be respectful and figuring out if you are ok if others won’t like you anymore or include you going forward. Finding your voice isn’t about suddenly becoming loud or fearless. If needed start out giving yourself permission to be real in small, safe ways. Start where the stakes are low. One honest sentence. One boundary. One “Actually, this is how I feel.” When I was in the 7th grade I attended a private school. My father used to drive me to a different city to attend this school. When his work schedule changed and the school did not offer transportation I was placed in public school. I only knew a hand full of of people at this school. I was quiet and reserved and then the girls in my gym class started to bully me. So I had a decision to make. Fight or Run. I was not raised to run away and stood my ground and decided if I was going to be beat up I was going down fighting and putting a whooping on whomever dared to hit me. When I spoke up the bully backed away. It was then I found my voice and realized they took my kindness for weakness. Ever since that time 40+ years I have been in ready mode, not backing down, speaking up, creating my own seat at the table. People have said 😮 you seem so quiet and easy going. I am but behind that smile is a warrior with a voice. Don’t start nothing won’t be nothing. We all have a voice and never allow others to dim your light. My voice is gentle, grounded, and steady. I lead with compassion, lived experience, and calm strength. I learned something about myself that not speaking up was causing me health problems: stress, anxiety, headaches, acid reflux. I would venture to say the longer you hold in your voice there is a possibility one day you will erupt because you are full and can’t contain it.
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