 The Finish Line & The Front Door: A.J. At Fisk Two things are happening at the same time This week, we’re starting something special. For the next six weeks, I’m taking you inside two moments happening at the exact same time. The finish line… And the front door. We have FIVE SENIORS GRADUATING this year. The most we’ve ever had. Five young people who pushed through the hard days, the confusing days, the “I don’t know how this is going to work” days… and now they are standing at the finish line. At the very same time... We just opened applications for our 2026-27 school year. Not just any move-in season...OUR FIFTH!!!!! So while one group is preparing to walk across the stage… Another group is standing at the door trying to figure out if they can even walk in. And if you really want to understand Move-In Day Mafia… You have to see both. We Don't Just Move Them In If you’re new here… Move-In Day Mafia is the family that shows up for students at HBCUs who have aged out of foster care, are unhoused, or are navigating college without a safety net. We don’t just move them in. We stay. Four years. Monthly care packages. Because getting into school is one thing. Staying is where everything gets tested. We are family...or "Mafia Miracle Makers" as I like to call it. Meet A.J. If you are on our email list, on Wednesday, I introduced you to A.J. But I want to sit in his story a little longer. A.J. is graduating from Fisk University in May! Before college, he and his siblings were living in a car while their mom was fighting cancer. He was trying to stay focused in school while carrying a level of responsibility that most adults would struggle under. That kind of pressure could have easily rewritten his story. But it didn’t. Because even in that season… he kept moving. One step at a time. One decision at a time. One “don’t give up” at a time. And eventually… That persistent resilience opened a door. He made his way across the country to Fisk University on a basketball scholarship. From the outside, it looks like that should have been the turning point. But life doesn’t just flip like that. A.J. is the oldest. That didn’t change just because he got to campus. Even while balancing school and basketball, his mind never left home. When NIL money started coming in, he didn’t use it to make life easier for himself. He sent money back to his family, because that’s what he felt called to do. That detail right there tells you exactly who A.J. is His struggle didn't magically disappear. But he kept showing up anyway. And let me tell you something else I love about his story… Somewhere in the middle of all of this, A.J. didn’t just survive college. He stepped fully into it. And when I say that… I don’t just mean he made it through. I mean he made history. He became the first Black man from an HBCU to win the Perry Wallace Courage Award and got flown out to Arizona for the Final Four. His city, Long Beach, showed up and honored him like family. And on top of all of that. He’s graduating in four years… almost debt-free. That alone would be enough to celebrate. But A.J. didn’t stop there. One of his proudest accomplishments? Crossing into Omega Psi Phi Fraternity, Inc. And baby… if you know, you KNOW. That’s not just letters. That’s legacy, discipline, and a whole lot of earned pride. And now, in just a few weeks, Persistance and Resilence walks across that graduation stage. Not wondering what’s next. CHOOSING what’s next. Get this...He has a job opportunity with the fire department in Nashville. He has opportunities to continue playing basketball. He has options. And when your life has started in survival mode, the ability to CHOOSE hits different. What I Don't Want You To Miss This is your moment too. When you bought that Palmer's Coco Butter… When you grabbed that Tide detergent… When you tossed his fave cereal, Honey Smacks, into your cart... When you snatched up that Wave brush. You probably thought you were just checking out. But you weren’t. You were supporting A.J.’s pursuit of the finish line. You were helping remove distractions… creating stability… making sure he could stay focused on what mattered. And all those moments? They added up. So yes… This graduation? You, Mafia Miracle Maker, deserve to be just as proud as I am. While He's Finishing...Someone Else Is Just Starting While A.J. is walking toward the finish line… Applications are open right now for our next class. Our fifth Move-In Season! Somewhere, a student is sitting in their own version of that “car moment.” Trying to figure out if college is even possible. Trying to figure out if they’re about to do this alone. This is where the front door opens. If you know a scholar who has aged out of foster care, is unhoused, or is trying to navigate college without support, please have them apply. 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Apply  Typically, this section shows you screenshots from several of our students' forms, sharing their good news. But in honor of A.J.'s graduation, we are showing just his.    Stand in line for somebody else On Wednesday, I attended The State of HBCUs Executive Summit hosted by the Student Freedom Initiative. During the Q&A portion, I had the chance to introduce myself to a panel of HBCU presidents, and I won’t lie… seeing heads nod when I said “Move-In Day Mafia” felt gooooood. It felt like the work was being seen. But that’s not what stayed with me. Nah. What stayed with me was a lone student. You see, after I told the room about the work of Mafia. When the event ended, I was wonderfully bombarded by audience members and the staff of the presidents who wanted to get involved. Standing patiently as I answered questions and connected, this student stood patiently waiting to tell me... Not about herself. About her friend. Her. Friend! She told me her friend is in foster care and just got accepted into Morris Brown College, and she’s scared about not having everything she needs. She stood there… patient… intentional… advocating for someone else’s future. And I couldn’t stop smiling. Because that’s when you know something deeper is happening. When support doesn’t just meet a need… It multiplies. It teaches people to look beyond themselves. To care differently. To move differently. To speak up when someone else doesn’t have the words or the room. And it made me sit with a simple question: What would change if more of us chose to stand in line for somebody else? Before I Go Before we close out this week… We’ve got one more step for our seniors. We created a fund to cover all six of their graduation fees, regalia, and gifts. And now it’s time to celebrate them… properly. Fisk University - 05/03/26 Lane College - 04/25/26 Delaware State University 05/15/26 Paul Quinn College - 05/02/26 Benedict College - 05/02/26 Prairie View A&M - 05/09/26 The total is $2,893. 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Graduates Every dollar goes directly to celebrating them the way they deserve, and as always, your gift is tax-deductible. See you next week to tell you about another graduating scholar!  Soooooo… God showed off on me this past weekend. And I’m still sitting here like, “Sir… you really did all that… for ME??” Let me tell you what happened. But first... If you’re new here, welcome to the family. I'm TeeJ, the founder of Move-In Day Mafia. Mafia is what happens when a group of people decides that HBCU students who’ve experienced foster care, housing instability, or major life disruption should not have to “figure it out” alone. We deck out their dorm rooms, send monthly care packages for four years, and surround them with H.U.G.S. Hope, Understanding, Generosity, Stability. And the people who make that happen? Mafia Miracle Makers. Not donors. Family. Now listen… This week's edition is not necessarily spot-on Mafia, but it's related. So stay with me. Because before I was anybody’s founder… before any of this existed… I was a daughter, a sister, a favorite cousin, and a BIG SISTER. And baaaaaabyyyy… I take that job VERY seriously. 😜 For about three years now, I have been watching this baseball league grow called Savannah Bananas. Think Harlem Globetrotters, but for baseball. And when I tell you I was hooked… not even because of baseball… because of the JOY. The owner, the energy, the experience… it just felt like something I could learn from as we build Mafia. So when they announced tickets for the Atlanta game, I entered the lottery… didn’t get picked. And I’m not gonna lie… I was BUMMED. Like real life, sitting there pouting, “I'm a grown woman” bummed. 😒 I told my little brother Bud about it because not only did he go to Grambling on a baseball scholarship, but he’s also now an umpire. We talked about the game, the business, all of it… and then life moved on. Or so I thought. And then… AND THEEEEN… A few months later...This dude… this dude who is 12 years my junior… whom I blazed a trail through our mama’s birth canal… sends me a text: “Guess who just got called up to umpire the New Orleans Banana Ball game?” Mafia Miracle Maker… when I tell you I screamed??? Not a cute scream. Not a ladylike “oh wow.” I mean a full-on “THE NEIGHBORS ARE GONNA CALL THE POLICE” scream. 🤣 Because wait… not only is this the SAME game I was sad about not seeing… now 👏🏾 my👏🏾 little👏🏾 brother👏🏾 is👏🏾 ON👏🏾 THE👏🏾 FIELD??? In the Superdome??? Like… the New Orleans Saints field??? In front of THOUSANDS of people??? 83,000 people to be exact! So of course I said what any loving, supportive, slightly selfish big sister would say: “I don’t care about mama… I don’t care about daddy… YOU BETTA FIGURE OUT HOW I GET IN THAT BUILDING.” And I meant it. 😌 Don't worry. My parents were okay cuz they know how I feel about my knuckle-head little brother and by "little," I mean, he is 41 and 6'4". But guess what… Bud figured it out! Mama didn’t get a ticket. Sorry… not sorry Ma. So boom. I fly to Louisiana. Excited. Can’t sleep. Acting like I’m the one umpiring. And let me tell you… I did NOT come to play. I made a whole shirt for the occasion. Mine said: “Proud Sister of One of the Umpires.” Because if I was pulling up… oh I was making it known.  I get to the stadium, and as I'm looking for my seat, I look down… and there he is. Walking the field. And the tears just start falling. Because in that moment, I wasn’t looking at “Marvin 'Bud' Mercer the umpire.” I was looking at my baby brother. The one I used to wake up for school, get dressed, take to school, pick up… because our mama was working long hours making sure we had what we needed. That little boy… now on THAT field. And then… because God clearly wasn’t done showing out… I realize something. I didn’t even pay for my ticket. His friend Reggie gave me a comp. Cool. Grateful. Thanks Reggie! But THEN… AND THEEEEEEEWN… I look at my seat. Thiiiiiiiird row. But not just any third row. Right field. Y’all… RIGHT. WHERE. BUD. WAS.  I didn’t pick it. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t even care where I was sitting. I just wanted to be in the building. And God said, “No… I want you to SEE this.” So I sat there with an unobstructed view, watching them introduce him FIRST, watching him dance on that field, losing my ENTIRE mind like somebody's auntie who doesn’t know how to act. 🤣 And then I remembered… Mama, aka Ms. Thang Thang, didn’t have a ticket. So I video-called her. And y’all… she got to watch her son wave at his mama from the field in front of tens of thousands of people. And by the end of the game? Everybody within at least a 10-seat radius knew: “That’s my little brother out there.” I had told them. More than once. Okay… probably about 17 times. 🤣  While sitting there… crying, screaming, acting a fool… but also real quiet inside at the same time because I realized something. I wasn’t just proud because that’s my baby brother. I was proud because, being 12 years older, I had a hand in raising him. I had a front row seat to his becoming. I poured into that boy. I covered him. I snuck and ate his food so he could finally get down to play after Mama told him he had to finish his dinner. So watching him stand on that field... heck yeah, I was in my feelings. And it hit me… that’s EXACTLY how I feel right now about our babies. Because this year, we’ve got SIX Mafia scholars graduating. SIX. And no… I didn’t raise them from childhood… but because of Mafia Miracle Makers, like you, we’ve walked with them. We’ve shown up. We’ve covered them. We’ve made sure they didn’t have to “figure it out” alone. So when they cross that stage… oh I already know… I’m gonna be just as emotional, just as proud. Because tangible love showed up through YOU… and now we get to watch it graduate. So no… this story ain’t about a Mafia scholar this week. But it IS about the heart behind everything we do. If you'd like to see the highlight reel I did for him, here you go.  Every month when our scholars submit their care package requests, they have to finish a sentence. They choose one: “I’m grateful that…” “I’m excited that…” “I’m looking forward to…” So we like to share some with you.   JOY IS NOT A DISTRACTION Building Mafia is overwhelming and scary at times. If I'm honest, it's a lot. So I could have easily told myself, “You don’t have time for this.” There’s always something to do. Always another need. Always another student to support. But this weekend reminded me of something I don’t ever want to forget. Joy is not a distraction from the work. It’s fuel for it. Those moments where you laugh too hard, cry a little, act a fool in public… Those are the moments that refill you. That remind you why your heart is wired the way it is. So don’t skip them. Don’t rush past them. Don’t treat them like extras. They’re not. They're necessary. Lastly, Adopt-A-Scholar Week wraps up tomorrow. Here's where we are.  If you’ve got $3, there are items waiting right now at that level. And if you’re like me and hate shopping, you can always donate and let us handle the deets." 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/AdoptAScholar 👉🏾 MoveInDayMafia.org/Donate See you next week. Don't forget to LIKE, COMMENT, SHARE AND SUBSCRIBE. Until then...Hug yourself for me.  In last week's edition, we celebrated something that made me half-scream in my coworking space… In 2025, we had nearly $90,000 in wishlist essentials and $62,906 worth of items bought by you, our Mafia Miracle Makers! And just when I thought my heart couldn’t get any fuller… another story landed in my inbox. But first... If you're new here, Move-In Day Mafia is a family of volunteers and donors who come together to support HBCU students who have experienced foster care, housing instability, or other major life disruptions. We show up with decked-out dorm rooms and monthly care packages so our scholars can focus on school and make it all the way to graduation. We call our family Mafia Miracle Makers. Because that’s exactly what you do. You set miracles in motion. Soooooo earlier this week, I received a request from one of our Prairie View A&M scholars. Inside, it had a life update that I literally said out loud… Wait. Hold up. You've done WHAT? Apparently, one of our Mafia babies has been out here building a résumé that would make grown folks tired. Listen to this. L.I. is a senior at Prairie View, majoring in Mass Communications with a minor in Political Science. She’s been on the Dean’s Honor List since 2023. Now that’s impressive. Especially when you hear her backstory. But that’s not the part that had me leaning back in my chair. Because when we first met L.I., college wasn’t even part of the plan. At 15 years old she entered the foster care system. Her mother was no longer able to care for her, so when CPS removed her little sister, L.I. made a decision that still gives me chills. She put herself into the system hoping it would help her stay connected to her sister. Read that again. She…put…herself…in…the…system. Just to try to stay close to her little sister. Unfortunately, they were placed separately. When we met L.I., she hadn’t seen her sister in over a year. And college? College wasn’t even on the radar. Her plan was simple. Get a warehouse job. Her words. Not mine. But somewhere along the way another nonprofit stepped into her life and helped expand her vision. They helped her see that something bigger might actually be possible. So she started taking classes at a junior college. And somewhere along the way… Something beautiful happened. She fell in love with learning. Thank goodness. Because noooooow… This young woman is at PV doing the kind of things that make me shake my head and smile. She pledged Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc. I had no idea. And theeen… She got involved in Student Government. And theeeeen… She worked her way up and is now serving as Chief of Staff for Prairie View’s Student Government Association. And theeeeeeeeen… Because apparently she likes to stay busy… She’s spent the last four years advocating for youth in the foster care and juvenile justice systems. And theeeeeeeeeeeeen… She helped organize March to the Polls on campus to encourage student voting. The turnout was so strong that it was featured on local news. And somewhere in the middle of all of that? She’s also been featured on Good Morning America, NBC News, and The Atlanta Voice for her advocacy work. But get this...it gets even gooooooder... L.I. IS OFFICIALLY RUNNING FOR STUDENT GOVERNMENT ASSOCIATION PRESIDENT OF PRAIRIE VIEW A&M!!!! If elected, she would serve as the 45th SGA President!!!! Yes! Yes! Yes! To Alllllll the Yeses In Yessissippi! Now if you’ve ever experienced campaign season at an HBCU, you already know. It is a whole production. Signs. Events. Campaign materials. Buttons. All the things. Her campaign budget is $1,200, and she reached out to see if our Mafia Family might be willing to stand behind her. And family… This feels like exactly the kind of moment we show up for. If you’d like to support L.I.’s campaign expenses, you can donate here before Saturday, March 14. SUPPORT L.I.’S SGA PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN Every dollar given through that link will go directly toward helping her run her campaign. And yes… your gift is tax-deductible through Move-In Day Mafia.  Every month when our scholars submit their care package requests, they have to finish a sentence. They choose one: “I’m grateful that…” “I’m excited that…” “I’m looking forward to…” So we like to share some with you.   There’s something powerful hiding inside L.I.’s story. Before Prairie View. Before Student Government. Before running for SGA President. There was a moment where someone simply believed she was capable of more. Remember… L.I. didn’t even think college was an option. Her plan was to get a warehouse job and start working. But someone stepped in and told her she was capable of more. And she listened. Sometimes the biggest miracle in someone’s life is simply borrowing someone else’s belief until their own catches up. I know that feeling personally. When I first started Move-In Day Mafia, we had $3,500 in the bank and a wild idea to move students into college dorms. No nonprofit background. No blueprint. No idea how we were going to pull it off. Just a nudge from God and a whole lot of faith. But people started believing in the vision before I fully understood what it could become. They donated. They volunteered. They shared the story. And for a while? I had to hold on to their belief until my own caught up. Now look at what this Mafia family has built together. We've moved in 109 scholars at 28 HBCUs...because of YOU! So if you’re in a season where something feels too big… Too uncertain… Too “who do I think I am to even try this?” Let me remind you of something. Sometimes you don’t need full confidence to start. Sometimes you just need one person who believes you can do it. Borrow that belief. Hold on to it. Walk anyway. Because one day you might look up and realize the thing you were scared to start… Is exactly the thing you were meant to do. And before we wrap up, one quick reminder. Adopt-A-Scholar Week kicks off tomorrow. That’s when our scholars’ monthly wishlists open again, and it’s one of the most direct ways this community shows up for them month after month. Because sometimes the thing that changes someone’s life is simply knowing… Somebody believes in them. And around here? That’s exactly what this family does. If this story made you smile the way it made me smile… Take a second to like, comment, share, and subscribe so more people can see what happens when a community decides to believe in students who are often told they can’t succeed. Because the more people who see this movement… The more yeses we get to give. See you next week. Hug yourself for me! TeeJ  If you're new here, Move-In Day Mafia is a community of volunteers and donors who come together to support HBCU students who have experienced foster care, housing instability, or other major life disruptions. We give them decked-out dorm rooms and monthly care packages to see them through to graduation. We call our supporters Mafia Miracle Makers, because that’s exactly what they do. Now, most weeks in the Mafia Miracle Report, I tell you about two or three miracles. Maybe a breakthrough for one of our scholars. Maybe a moment where God showed up right on time. Maybe a story that makes my heart swell and yours too. But this week? We’re only talking about one. Because this week I want you to sit with something. Something we discovered when we ran the numbers from last year. And when I say discovered, I mean something that made me literally say, “OMG… look what the Mafia just did.” Because sometimes the miracle isn’t one dramatic moment. Sometimes the miracle is what happens when hundreds of people quietly show up month after month. And when we finally added everything up… Well… Let’s just say I had to read that spreadsheet twice. TENS OF THOUSANDS OF YESES! Recently, my team sent me a spreadsheet summarizing our 2025 Adopt-A-Scholar Week numbers. Now let me pause right here and confess something. I hate spreadsheets. Not dislike. Not avoid. I mean full-on “why are there so many tiny boxes and numbers everywhere” hate. So my team has learned to send them to me in bite-size chunks, because for some reason my brain just refuses to cooperate when I’m staring at rows and columns. But this one? This one stopped me. Because I started reading it the way I always do… left to right.  The first column was labeled Total Wishlist Cost. And when my eyes landed on the number at the bottom, I blinked. $86,074. That’s how much need our scholars had across their wishlists last year. And I remember thinking, “Wait… we helped cover nearly ninety thousand dollars worth of student needs?” I honestly had no idea the number had climbed that high. But then my eyes moved to the next column. And that’s when I really had to sit back in my chair. Because that column showed what the Mafia itself had to cover. $23,168. Which meant something incredible had happened in the column right next to it. Because if the total need was $86,074… And we only needed $23,168 to close the gap… That meant our Mafia Miracle Makers had stepped in and taken care of the rest. $62,906 worth of those wishlists!!!! Ooooooooweee, when I tell you I stared at that number… I mean I stared. Because that didn’t come from one giant donor. That came from this family showing up month after month. Little by little. Item by item. Someone grabbing a $3 box of tea. Someone sending a $200 wig so a student could feel confident walking across campus. Someone covering a $400 refurbished phone so a scholar could stay connected to school and work. Hundreds of individual purchases that added up to $62,906 worth of student needs being covered. And the remaining $23,168? That’s where another beautiful part of this community stepped in. Because not everyone loves shopping. (Lord knows I don't.) So some Mafia Miracle Makers say, “I'm sending you the money to grab that bible the Delaware student asked for.” "Here's a donation to grab those sneakers the Shaw student needs." Therefore, that final portion was covered through direct donations, corporate partners, and our monthly Miracle Makers, allowing the Mafia to make sure every single need was handled. Which means between the generosity of this family and the support of our partners… Every single wishlist need got covered. And here’s what makes that even more powerful. When this Mafia family steps in and covers needs like that, it frees up our budget to do what we came here to do in the first place… Bring in more scholars and keep saying YES. Because my team had just sent the numbers over while I was sitting in my coworking space. And when I realized what I was looking at, I did what can only be described as a whisper scream. You know the one. Not a full scream because there are people around. But loud enough that a couple folks popped their heads up over their laptops like, “Everything okay over there?” And I’m sitting there wide-eye grinning at my screen thinking, OMG. $86,074?! TOTAL!  Eight Six Thousand And Seventy Four Dollars!!!! Do you understand what that means? That means this Mafia family showed up month after month and covered over eighty-six thousand dollars of what our scholars needed to stay steady in college. Not from one giant donor. From people pooling together. Hundreds of individual acts of generosity. Until one day you look up and realize this community quietly covered $86,074 worth of student needs. And yes, I know I've said $86,074 dozens of times already. I can't help it. This is huge! Earlier this week, I was talking with a potential funder, and I found myself explaining something that’s become really important to me about how this work happens. I told her: When someone gives to Move-In Day Mafia, it means we GET TO GIVE more Yeses. Yes to the bedding. Yes to the supplies. Yes to the phone a student needs to stay connected to school and work. Yes to STABILITY. And when I realized this family had created $86,074 worth of yeses for our scholars? I just sat there smiling in that coworking space. Because that’s not just generosity. That’s family making sure our students never have to figure college out alone. And while I was still sitting there grinning at that spreadsheet… Another realization hit me. Something I hadn’t even thought about before. As I looked at the timeline of those purchases… I noticed something that had quietly happened last year. For the first time in Move-In Day Mafia history… Our scholars were supported all twelve months of the year. Let me say that again. All. Twelve. Months. And that matters more than people realize. Just because school lets out in May, doesn’t mean the challenges our scholars face suddenly disappear. In fact, for many of them, summer is the hardest season. Some of our students are couch surfing. Some are trying to figure out where they’re going to land until the dorms open again. Some are navigating unstable housing situations that most college students never have to think about. Which means summer support can be the difference between a student returning in the fall… or not returning at all. So the fact that Mafia family kept showing up month after month… January. February. March. All the way through December… means our scholars had something incredibly powerful. They had family all year long. I’m sitting in a coworking space looking at a spreadsheet that shows this Mafia family quietly stepped in and covered $86,074 (yes I said it again) worth of student needs. Which made something very clear to me. This isn’t just people donating to a cause. This is family pulling together. Month after month. Item after item. Yes after yes. Until one day you look up and realize something incredible is happening. Lives are changing. Futures are stabilizing. Dreams are getting the green light. And that, Mafia Miracle Makers… iiiiiis... Miracles In Motion.  Every month, our scholars have to complete at least one sentence stem:
  Sometimes when I see numbers like $86,074, my mind goes all the way back to the beginning.
Back to Dallas. Back to the very first Move-In Day Mafia. Back to me stepping off that plane with $3,500 in our bank account and 13 students we had promised to move into their dorms. Let me tell you something… I did not have a clue how we were going to pull that off. Not the furniture. Not the supplies. Not the logistics. Nothing. But faith knew something my spreadsheet didn’t. Faith knew we would get there. And sure enough, before that first move-in day was over, someone stepped in and added $17,000. That was the first miracle. Now here we are years later, looking at a community that showed up and covered $86,074 worth of student needs. And it reminds me of a scripture that has always stuck with me: “Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.” Zechariah 4:10 That verse hits differently when you’ve lived it. Because when you’re standing at the beginning of something God-sized, you almost never have the full picture. You just have the first step. Right now, I still don’t know exactly how we’re going to get to a Move-In Day Mafia chapter on every one of the 101 HBCU campuses. But I do know this: You don’t get there by waiting for perfect conditions. You get there by starting. Start dirty. Start ugly. Start unsure. Start with your knees knocking. Start with your teeth chattering. Start with people wondering if you’re a little bit crazy. Just start. Because S.T.A.R.T. means: Stop Talking And Roll Tenaciously. And if you keep rolling long enough… Those small beginnings will turn into something that makes you look up one day and say, “OMG… look what God just did.” So if that story about $3,500 turning into $86,074 worth of yeses stirred something in you… There’s a way to help create the next miracle. The Miracles In Motion Collective is the group of monthly Mafia Miracle Makers who help us prepare for Move-In Season and make sure we can close the gaps when our scholars’ wishlists aren’t fully covered, by joining the family of monthly supporters. Because every time someone joins… We get to give more yeses. More yeses when students arrive on campus. More yeses when needs pop up during the year. More yeses when a scholar just needs a little stability to keep going. If you’d like to stand with these students in that way, you can join the Collective here: MoveInDayMafia.org/Monthly And if this story made you proud of what this Mafia family is building… Take a second to like, comment, and share so more people can see what happens when a community decides to show up. Because the more people who see this movement… The more yeses we get to give. Hug yourself for me. |
AuthorTEEJ MERCER - TeeJ never set out to be an entrepreneur. She definitely didn’t plan to run a nonprofit. But after 25 years in Hollywood, editing and producing for major TV shows and movie studios, she saw a story that needed to be told. More importantly, she saw a PROBLEM that needed to be solved. Archives
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