Yesterday, Texas felt like spring.
Sixty-five degrees. Windows cracked open. Hoodies optional.
Then the forecast whispered something else entirely:
Twenty degrees in two days.
That kind of shift doesn’t just change the weather.
It changes a mama’s mindset.
So I did what neurodivergent mamas do best—I prepared.
Water? Check.
Blankets? Check.
Peace of mind? Almost lost… until I found Ella’s safe foods.
For a brief moment, her favorite gummies were out of stock.
And if you know, you know—that kind of moment can feel bigger than any freeze warning.
But grace showed up in the form of a backup plan.
Safe foods secured.
Crisis averted.
Mama peace restored.
People think winter prep is about temperature drops and emergency kits.
Sometimes, it’s about comfort.
Sometimes, it’s about predictability.
Sometimes, it’s about love wrapped in grocery bags and quiet victories.
In this house, preparation isn’t panic.
It’s devotion.
And as Texas prepares to freeze,
we’re already wrapped in warmth.
💜
— Lela J. Fagan
Memoirs of a Black Girl
© 2026, Lela Fagan. All rights reserved.
