If there is one thing I’m going to do as a travel + beauty blogger, it’s catch a flight and catch a deal. Every year, right after Thanksgiving, my mind shifts into two modes: reflecting on gratitude and refreshing my tabs for the best travel sales of the season. Because let’s be honest — the holidays are expensive, life is expensive, and as Black women (especially Black women entrepreneurs) we deserve rest, joy, and global experiences without breaking the bank.


That’s why Cyber Monday and Travel Tuesday are two of my favorite days on the calendar. Not just for electronics or beauty sales but because the travel industry shows out with some of the biggest flight deals of the entire year.


Why These Two Days Are Key
Airlines know we’re online, shopping, and in the mood to spend  so this is when they drop their lowest fares and flash sales. Whether you want a quick weekend escape or that long-haul “soft life” trip you’ve been dreaming about, this is the week to secure it.
As someone who travels for content creation, beauty stories, brand partnerships, and just pure joy, I’ve learned that being strategic about when you book is the real travel hack. I’ve snagged flights to Europe, the Caribbean, the West Coast, and even last-minute influencer trips because I stayed ready when the deals dropped.


Travel is My Therapy and My Reward
Traveling isn’t just about hopping on a plane for me. It’s part of my mental wellness, my creativity, and my sparkle. As a Black woman navigating entrepreneurship, grief, growth, and everything in between, I need spaces that refill my cup. Travel allows me to reset, get inspired, and show up with fresh energy for my clients, my audience, and myself.


But the truth is  some of the destinations I desire are not cheap. And that’s why Cyber Monday and Travel Tuesday are essential. They give me (and you!) a chance to grab those dream trips at prices that make sense.


My Cyber Monday Travel Ritual
Every year, I make it a whole moment:

• I pour myself a matcha or a glass of wine
• I open multiple tabs
• I compare destinations I’ve been eyeing
• And I let the deals guide where I’ll be creating content next

This time of year inspires me to plan ahead  especially for spring and summer travel, international beauty campaigns, or my annual “treat myself” trips.


What to Look For Today
If you’re ready to join me in being outside in 2025, here’s what I recommend you look for:

• ** Discounted roundtrip fares** from budget and major airlines
• Bundle deals that include flight + hotel
• No-frills airlines offering extremely low base fares
• Deals for February-May travel, which is usually the sweet spot
• Carry-on promos or reduced fees (major win!)

Even if your bank account is still recovering from holiday shopping trust me these prices don’t come around often.


Black Women, Let’s Normalize Treating Ourselves
We work so hard, give so much, and hold so many roles. Travel is not a luxury for us it’s healing, it’s joy, it’s expansion. You deserve to see the world, or even just take that weekend trip you keep putting off. Let these deals give you the permission you’ve been avoiding giving yourself.


Ready to Book Something?
If you’re looking for a sign this is it. Your next trip is calling, and the deals are truly dealing. To start, you can click here for Cyber Monday deals with Allegiant and see where you can fly next.


Happy booking and cheers to new adventures dropping right into your cart!

When you’re a travel and beauty writer, some destinations call your name louder than others and for me, Seoul has been shouting for years. Korea is the Beauty Capital of the World, and I promised myself that before I turned 40, I would take my skincare journey to the next level. I hopped on a 13-hour flight (in Economy!) to finally make it happen. My destination? Lamiche Dermatology, a clinic known not only for cutting-edge treatments, but also for being Black girl skin friendly a non-negotiable for me.

The Skin Analysis That Humbled Me
The moment I arrived, they cleansed my face and performed an in-depth skin analysis. Then the doctor sat me down and walked me through every detail. My main concerns were hyperpigmentation, acne scarring, tightening, and achieving that lifted, glowing (glass skin) look we all want. Listen, I thought my skin was doing pretty well until they showed me my analysis. Let’s just say it was a gentle jump-scare. Tip: If you’re not ready for your skincare routine to be humbled, Seoul might not be for you.

Journey to Perfect 40-Year-Old Skin
The clinic itself was gorgeous. It was clean, modern, and super-efficient. The staff answered every question and made sure I felt safe, heard, and cared for. It was foreigner friendly, so the language barrier is not an issue. Korea takes skincare seriously, and the attention to detail is unmatched. The doctor recommended a custom treatment plan based entirely on my skin type and my goals. I’ll be honest: when I saw the list, I was a little overwhelmed. It included lasers, injectables, extractions, and even mole removal.

I’m a Black woman who previously suffered a thermal burn from a U.S. med spa laser (which left severe hyperpigmentation), I asked repeatedly if each laser was safe for melanated skin. They reassured me every single time.  They numb you thoroughly, explain everything step-by-step, and move with so much care. Beauty may be pain, but this was manageable.

Here’s the full list of treatments I received:

• Fraxel Dual – Improves skin texture and acne scars by promoting collagen regeneration.

• Accolade – Targets pigmentation and sunspots for a brighter, more even tone.

• RevLite – Reduces pigmentation, clears blemishes, and enhances glow.

• BBL – Improves redness, pigmentation, and overall clarity.

• ICON Laser – Treats scars, wrinkles, and pores for firmer, smoother skin.

• CO2 Laser – Removes warts, dark spots, and dead skin while promoting renewal.

• InMode – Tightens and lifts by stimulating collagen and melting small pockets of fat.

• V-Olet Injection – Enhances facial contour and firmness by reducing localized fat.
• Skin Botox – Smooths fine lines, lifts the skin, refines pores, brightens tone, and controls oil for that glass skin look.

Yes. Nine treatments, in one visit. I definitely earned my Seoul skincare badge after that.
The Results Speak for Themselves
Now that it’s been a month, my skin is still flourishing. The texture is smoother, the hyperpigmentation is fading, and the glow? Ridiculous. Someone recently asked me what highlighter I was wearing and I had to giggle, “Oh, it’s just my skin.”

The trip was transformative not just for my face, but for my confidence. I’m now budgeting to go back twice a year because once you experience Korean skincare at this level, you understand why they’re number one.

Read my article on HelloBeautiful

November 23rd will never be a regular day for me again. It marks three years since my dad passed, and even now, the weight of that loss sits with me like it happened yesterday. Grief doesn’t follow a timeline, and it doesn’t care about how busy your life is. It just… lives with you. Some days it whispers. Some days it roars. But every year, when this date comes around, my heart remembers.
When my dad died, my world paused. My sparkle dimmed. I lost my first love, my protector, my favorite person. And even though life kept moving, I had to learn how to move with it—hurt, healing, and all.

Over the past three years, my life has transformed in ways I wish he could have seen. I’ve turned “Mo on the Go” into something real, something that gives me purpose, joy, and sometimes even peace. Traveling became a big part of my healing. This year alone, I lived between London, Milan, and Paris, walking through cities full of beauty and possibility. And honestly, there were moments when I felt closest to him at 30,000 feet, somewhere between clouds and silence. Grief has a way of meeting you in unexpected places.

Business has been a journey of its own. There have been incredible highs: press features, collaborations, new doors opening and moments where I felt like giving up. There were days when grief made it hard to think, work, or even trust my own talent. I dropped balls. Missed deadlines. Felt exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. But I kept going, because that’s who my dad raised me to be. Resilient. Persistent. Soft but steady.

And y’all, the work is working. Herald Beauty continues to grow. Professional Pretty is reaching more women. So many Black women tell me they feel seen, uplifted, or inspired by what I share. That means everything to me, because my dad is the one who poured so much of that confidence and compassion into me. When people say I make them feel worthy and powerful, I hear his voice in the background saying, “That’s my girl.”

Grief hasn’t faded, but it has shifted. It doesn’t crush me like it used to, but it still taps me on the shoulder at random moments, passing TSA (where I still say hi to him every time), hearing a song he loved, celebrating something big and wishing I could call him. That’s the thing about losing someone who mattered that much: the love doesn’t go anywhere, and neither does the ache.
But I’m learning myself again. I finally started therapy this year, which has grounded me in ways I didn’t expect. Pilates has become my moving meditation. Traveling keeps me breathing. And the love from my community, my friends, and my mom has been life-saving.

Speaking of my mom, she misses him every single day, but she’s stronger than she gives herself credit for. Watching her navigate life after him has shown me a different kind of courage. And Ralph? Still spoiled, still living his little best life.

More than anything, these last three years have taught me how to carry love and loss at the same time. They’ve taught me how to keep going even when the version of life I imagined disappeared. They’ve taught me that legacy isn’t about perfection, it’s about impact. My dad’s impact is still unfolding through me.

I wish he could see 2025 Morgan. But since he can’t, I honor him by living fully, traveling boldly, loving deeply, and helping other women feel powerful in their own skin. That’s my way of keeping him close.
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If you’re grieving someone, I hope you know you’re not alone. We learn to carry it, messy, beautifully, imperfectly. And somehow, we keep moving forward.

Your girl has been out here traveling, creating, manifesting, and now… being FEATURED in TravelNoire! Yes, THE TravelNoire the global platform that celebrates Black travelers, culture, and luxury experiences around the world. I’m still on cloud nine!

I had the amazing opportunity to share my take on the best gift ideas for your jet-setting friends you know, the ones who live between TSA checkpoints, passport stamps, and airport lounges. As someone who spends half her life in a carry-on (and the other half at Sephora or a medspa), I had so much fun curating items that make travel easier, cuter, and a whole lot more “Professional Pretty.”

Being featured in Travel Noire—a publication I’ve admired for YEARS feels like a full-circle moment in my entrepreneurship journey.

When I started building my brands, when I launched Professional Pretty, Herald Beauty, Curvy Cardio, my blog, my TV segments, none of this came with a roadmap. What I did have was a vision to show Black women what was possible. To carve out space where we could see ourselves in beauty, in luxury, in wellness, in travel, in joy. To take what I’ve lived through the grief, the grit, the growing pains and turn it into something that encourages someone else to keep going.

Travel has been a lifeline for me. It has helped me heal, expand, and rediscover my sparkle again and again. And to now have my voice recognized by a platform as powerful and culturally significant as Travel Noire? That’s a milestone I don’t take lightly.

This feature is not just about me it’s a reminder to keep betting on yourself even when the money isn't all the way there, the timing isn’t perfect, or the world feels heavy. It’s proof that staying committed to your gifts will open doors you didn’t even know were waiting for you.
As an entrepreneur, accomplishments hit differently because we know what it takes behind the scenes. The sacrifices. The late nights. The self-doubt. The rebuilding. The reimagining. The audacity to keep creating.

So yes I’m celebrating this win loudly because it represents YEARS of work. And honestly? I’m just getting started.

More travel + beauty storytelling.
More digital content.
More international campaigns.
More media features.
More advocating for Black women to take up space—globally.
So… what publication is next? 👀
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I would love to contribute even more to major travel and beauty platforms. Manifesting Essence, Allure, Travel + Leisure, Ebony and many more.

Thank you to everyone who continues to support my journey. Stay tuned—your girl is just warming up.
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If you want to support your girl (and get some bomb gift inspo), click here to read my TravelNoire article!

Whew! Now that Herald BeautyCON Year 4 is officially wrapped, I can finally exhale—and refocus back on my blog.


It always amazes me how life sends you little reminders right when you need them most. At BeautyCON, a woman came up to me, introduced herself, and told me that my blog helped her navigate a hard season after losing someone close to her. I wanted to cry right there in the middle of all the glam, the vendors, the cameras, the chaos. That moment grounded me. It reminded me that even when I feel like I’m writing into a void, someone is reading. Someone is connecting. Someone is healing right alongside me.


And honestly, I needed that reminder.
Because here’s the truth: just because something is successful doesn’t mean you have to keep doing it. I think a lot of people thought I was joking—or tossing out a cute marketing line—when I said this would be the last Herald BeautyCON for a while. But it wasn’t a joke. I meant it with my whole chest.


This was the third year I’ve planned BeautyCON during the anniversary of my dad’s sudden passing.

Three years of trying to power through grief while pulling off a 250+ person production that requires me to be “on,” organized, creative, and emotionally available to everyone in the room. And every year, even though the event is beautiful, the weight of it all hits me harder than I ever admit publicly.

People see the photos, the press, the packed rooms, the flawless execution.
But they don’t see me pushing through tears at 2 a.m., or trying to hold myself together when the grief fog rolls in, or pretending I’m fine because the show must go on. They don’t feel the emotional toll that comes with working through trauma triggers while simultaneously uplifting others.

So yes… next year, I’m pivoting.
Not because BeautyCON isn’t successful.
Not because the community doesn’t need it.
But because I need to honor where I am in my healing journey. I need to give myself space to reset instead of pushing myself past my limits for the sake of tradition.


Is this the end of Herald Beauty? Absolutely not.
Herald Beauty is a movement, a platform, a safe space— and it’s not going anywhere. But I am retiring the big, massive, 250+ person BeautyCON experience for a bit. What I deserve right now is peace. What I deserve is softness. What I deserve is the same care I encourage every woman in that room to give herself.


Our next event, Herald Beauty’s 5-Year Emerald Anniversary, is happening April 11th, and this one will be intimate on purpose. Only 50 seats. No chaos. No overwhelm. Just community, celebration, and connection. Ten seats are already gone, and honestly, I’m excited to pour into something that feels aligned with where I’m growing.
And yes--

“Morgan, you just had an event and you’re already promoting for 2026?”
Yep, sure am. Because when you pivot, you plan differently. You protect differently. You pour back into yourself with intention. That’s what this season is teaching me: I am allowed to evolve. I am allowed to shift. I am allowed to choose me without explanation or apology.
I’m proud of this version of me—the one brave enough to say, “This is too much right now,” and wise enough to listen to her body when it whispers, “Rest.”

I’m proud of this season of change. And I’m grateful for everyone who understands it.

Stay tuned—there’s so much more to come. I’ve got a handful of backlogged blogs I need to catch up on (whew, bear with me!), and I can’t wait to share more of this journey with you.


In the meantime, leave me a comment to keep me encouraged. Y’all don’t know how much those little notes truly keep me going.

Last week, I cried my eyes out to my mentor. Not a cute little tear, but the kind of cry that comes from deep in your chest — the kind you can’t hold back even if you try. I’ve been feeling like I just can’t catch a break lately as an entrepreneur. Every time I think I’m coming up for air, something else hits. And then on top of that, this time of year always feels heavy for me. As the anniversary of my Dad’s sudden passing gets closer, there’s this weight that shows up before I even realize it. Grief has a way of circling back, no matter how much healing you think you’ve done.

As I’m sitting there wiping my face, my mentor looks at me and says, “Well, we’re not giving up — because you know your Daddy wouldn’t have that.”

And she was right. I didn’t even argue. I just said, “I know, I know,” because I could hear his voice in my head saying the exact same thing. My Dad never raised me to quit, even when life got loud. Especially when life got loud.

Two days later, I had a dream about him. Now, let me tell you — I rarely ever dream of my Dad. I’ve wanted to, I’ve prayed to, but it just doesn’t happen often. But this time, he showed up.

In the dream, there was a snake trying to attack me. I remember feeling terrified, like the snake represented everything that’s been coming at me in real life — stress, doubt, setbacks, all of it. My Dad stepped in and trapped the snake. Somehow it got loose twice, but on the third try, he finally killed it. What’s wild is that I never remember dreams after I wake up. It’s like my brain hits delete instantly. But this one? It stuck with me all day. It felt too real, too intentional, too symbolic to ignore.

So of course, I looked up the meaning.

Everything I found said something along the lines of:
A loved one killing a snake in a dream symbolizes protection, removing hidden threats, overcoming spiritual or emotional battles, and a message that you are being guided, shielded, and supported — even when you feel alone.

When I read that, it stopped me in my tracks. Sometimes the universe speaks softly, and sometimes it sends your Daddy into your dreams to kill whatever has been trying to take you out.
I needed that reminder — that even when I feel overwhelmed, or tired, or unsure, I am not unprotected. I am not walking alone. The battles I don’t see are being fought for me. The things that feel like they’re circling me are already being handled. And the strength I reach for… sometimes that strength is him.

Message heard.
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And if you’re going through something similar — if you’re grieving, or struggling, or feeling like life has been swinging at you nonstop — I hope you hear your own message too. You’re protected. You’re guided. You’re supported. More than you know.

Listen… if there’s a beauty treatment out there promising a snatched result, you already know I’m raising my hand like, “Oh? For the girlies? Let me go first.” As a beauty writer and editor, I’ve made peace with the fact that part of my job is being the willing test dummy. I try it, so you don’t have to — or so you can confidently book that appointment knowing sis has already survived it.

Now, if you know me, you know I love a good contour moment. I’m that girl who will spend an extra two minutes sculpting the bridge of my nose just right. Not because I “hate” my features — let’s be very clear about that — but because makeup is art, and sometimes you just like your face a certain way. A little sculpting here, a soft shadow there… it’s all fun for me.

I already do a little something to help things along: I typically get Botox on my nostrils to relax the flare. It softens the sides of the nose and gives a more delicate look when I smile. Back home, this treatment runs a couple hundred dollars… easily. You can imagine my surprise when I learned that in Seoul — the beauty capital of the world — the same concept of non-invasive nose slimming was just $62.

Sixty-two.
Dollars.

At that point, it wasn’t even curiosity anymore. It was destiny.

The Consultation
I walked into the clinic and immediately felt like I was in a K-drama. Clean, bright, efficient — the whole system felt like beauty on an assembly line, but in the best, most caring way. They explained everything thoroughly: this wasn’t a nose job, wasn’t surgical, wasn’t changing bone or cartilage. It was a non-invasive filler-style technique to help fill dips along the bridge and add shape where needed. Essentially, it gives the illusion of a straighter, more contoured nose without changing your actual nose.
Sign me up.

And let me also say this: Seoul takes safety and precision to another level. The consultation was structured, the tools were sterile, the doctor was direct, and the staff checked on me like I was their cousin from out of town. I felt safe.

The Warning (TWICE!)
Before we got started, they warned me:
“This may hurt.”
Then they warned me again.
“This may hurt… a lot.”
I’m thinking, Okay, y’all are being dramatic. I get Botox in my nostrils — I’ll be fine.
Ha.
Hahaha.
Girl.

The Treatment
When I tell you it felt like someone was pinching my nose x 10? Baby. They didn’t lie. It was a quick but spicy sensation — like your nose is suddenly the main character in a torture scene. But the doctor kept reassuring me, “I’ll do it fast,” and he did. The whole thing lasted maybe two minutes. A very intense two minutes, but two minutes nonetheless.
Then it was over.

Immediately after, my nose felt swollen. I looked in the mirror and had a moment like, What on earth did I just do? Not in a regretful way — more like that split second after you get a new wig installed and you’re like, “Is this… too much?”

I reminded myself: trust the process. I’ve done enough beauty treatments to know that the first five minutes are not the final result.

The Aftermath
An hour later, I started noticing the difference.
A week later, I loved it.
Now? Listen…

My nose looks like I woke up with my favorite makeup contour already done. The bridge is smoother, more defined, and balanced in a way that still looks like me — just the version of me I normally paint on every morning. It’s subtle, natural, and exactly the kind of enhancement that makes you look twice in the mirror like, Okay, we see the vision.

Would I Do It Again? Absolutely. Without hesitation. For $62? I might move to Seoul, honestly.

The results are exactly what I hoped for — a contoured, snatched-but-still-my-nose look that takes zero effort. And because it’s non-invasive, safe, and quick, it feels like one of those little beauty luxuries you can comfortably keep in rotation.
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I’ll definitely be going back. And when I do? You already know I’ll be reporting back for the girlies.
Stay tuned — Seoul beauty content is just getting started.

 want to take a moment to pause and say thank you. Every comment on my Instagram posts, every heart on a travel blog entry, every DM or email cheering me on—I see it, I feel it, and I appreciate it. Truly. The love and support I receive from my community keeps me going, especially when I’m pouring my heart into documenting my travels and sharing my entrepreneurial journey.
But I also want to be real with you: this is a lot of work. Behind every curated photo or blog recap, there are hours of writing, editing, pitching, planning, and yes, second-guessing myself. Add on the emotional weight of grief since losing my dad, and some days it honestly feels overwhelming.

I try to be as transparent as I can, because it’s not always glitz and glamour. It’s rejection emails that sting. It’s waiting on payments that should’ve come weeks ago. It’s being in limbo with projects, or feeling stuck when creativity just doesn’t flow. It’s numbness that hits out of nowhere, or that voice of self-doubt whispering, “Are you enough?”

And let me tell you—it’s exhausting when companies don’t take you seriously, or when people make assumptions about where your income comes from. The work behind the sparkle isn’t always visible. The grind doesn’t stop. The questions and doubts don’t stop. Sometimes it feels like it never ends.

But here’s what keeps me grounded: you. My community. The people who don’t just double-tap a picture, but who understand what I’m building and why I share so openly. The ones who see my vision, who believe in me even when I’m struggling to believe in myself.

Because at the end of the day, my mission is bigger than me. I do this for the little Black girls who look like me—the ones who deserve to know that they can travel the world, build businesses, and live outside of every box society tries to put them in. I do this so they can see that the sky is not the limit. That there is no limit.

Grief has taught me that life is fragile, but it’s also lit a fire in me to make sure I’m living fully and authentically. Entrepreneurship has taught me resilience and creativity, but also patience and humility. Travel has taught me to see beyond borders, both physically and mentally. And all of it combined reminds me daily: I can’t give up, because someone is watching and needing to see that it’s possible.

So thank you—to every single one of you who supports, who comments, who shares, who cheers me on even when you don’t see the full weight of what I’m carrying. Your encouragement is fuel. Your belief in me is confirmation.

This journey isn’t easy, but it’s worth it. And I promise you, as long as I have a voice and a platform, I will use it to inspire, to uplift, and to remind the next generation that there are no ceilings, no boundaries, no limits.
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The sky was never the limit. And I refuse to let young girls who look like me believe it is.