Maison de Héir Heritage
MAISON de HÉIR
HERITAGE
“You got good hair. You must be mixed. What are you mixed with?” The biggest backhanded compliment I hear constantly, as if people who look like me can’t have loose curls, tight curls, wavy hair, to infinity and beyond.
We’re not spinning this into a political hate crime because that’s not my speed. I'm not one that intentionally disrespect individuals, history, herstory, I'm not political, or bias. I like to see the overall point of view from all angles. However, just know this: there’s nothing wrong with claiming all of what you are. Someone I was taking an interest in (it was extremely short-lived), asked me where my people originated from. I gave him the rundown in confidence.
I may have been born in the United States, but my DNA is an international melting pot. Generally, this theme of conversation typically ends up being one-sided, not embraced, not accepted, not received in a positive light by the recipient in my experience– so I stopped talking about it as a whole. It’s not being silenced. It’s by choice. Giving energy to someone or something is a privilege and I protect mine at all costs. I’d like to point out: remember you’re in my mind maze. Hearing and listening to others, without judgment, helps us understand each other better. Empathy is what makes the bond deeper. If you don’t learn anything from this article, walk away with that.
Now back to the story: My self-awareness over time has been growing. His responses were full of pain and trauma. His life experiences, his roots, his upbringing—shaped by family and what society forced upon the world for centuries—were deeply internalized. His point of view is what compelled him to attempt to shame me. However, I’m not wrong for owning what I am, what I’m made up of, and who came before. I would never in a million eons claim only one portion of my clan.
“White people will never accept you. White people have no culture, they stole everything from us" he said firmly.
I asked him “Why can’t I embrace all of what I am? Why is that offensive to you?” Needless to say– he never heard from me ever again after that FaceTime call.
My foundation is tied to my family, the Churchills — a connection born of purpose, values, divine intervention and spiritual legacy. I was raised by a line of women who made choices with the clarity of queens. My mother, like Cleopatra, chose a path that honored legacy over convention — and from that, I was established. I honor the sacrifice she made for my upbringing, now that I’m mature and understand. She played chess, not checkers. “I had to do what was best for your life. I gave you to a better family. The Churchills are your family!” I’m crying in this moment writing this because for so long I was hurt by this bold, powerful choice she made at a young age. She was barely an adult. I couldn’t wrap my head around the bigger picture she envisioned for me until I healed. And I also discovered my parents aren't superheroes. They're just like me. I used to cry myself to sleep listening to "Glitter in the Air" by P!nk.
My ancestors are West African, Welsh, British, Irish, and French. A rich blend. We didn’t internalize that negative, corrupted, mainstream, one sided historical narrative that’s been taught for centuries. No country is greater than the other in my eyes, no ethnicity is superior than another. My family never taught me otherwise. They aren’t blind to what’s occurred, they recognize it, but they lead with love and honor the divine’s overall plan. Hate is not something I was taught and I thank my family for that.
To me, my clan, my tribe, we all are vibrating in the spiritual realm, and when I want to open my eyes and unlock my mind, in this material realm they visit me. When I go to bed, I see them every night. They’re cool as fuck! And as the Sire Héir of the clan I bridge the gap between us all. And by that, I’m telling our story, our legacy, my heritage, my origins. Thanks to 23 and Me, and Ancestry for the interconnection.
Out of spiritual homework, I was curious to know: who are these people I’m repeatedly amongst in my dreams, and who visits me in this material world? Who are these people I keep having these unshared experiences with? In my dreams, we’re always together. They live in a historic château, and ironically that's always been a goal of mine to own one day in France. They have long curly hair, from melanated to lightened skin tones, to ghostly pale, almost albino. And are all vibing in their deeply rich purple gowns with long trains made of rich fabric, black sophisticated tailored suits, and full-length black leather trench coats with Renaissance-type collars.
One of my ancestors came to me in 2022 while I lived in Ridgewood, NY. I was in a deep depression and I remember drifting to sleep and the blanket got pulled off me. I’m in my room alone. I opened my eyes, I wasn’t afraid, I felt at peace and this love was being transferred into me. It’s something words can’t describe, the feeling. He was brown skinned, with long black curly hair, a full-length black leather trench coat/gothic attire, super long skinny fingers, it reminded me of E.T. and there were 2 others, a male and female, they didn’t say anything, but I felt the energy. She said without saying audibly, while having a lollipop in her mouth: “Call us if you need us. You don’t need to suffer in silence. We are here.” And I struggled getting the words out, but when I did: I said, “Spirit, help me.” I extended my hands out and he touched mine and closed our fists together. It was the most beautiful thing I felt in my life and from then on I went on a deep dive into seeking and I found the clarity I was hoping to find.
The representation of the family name is important to me. It’s sacred because they made a choice to embrace me. Their values and morality are rich and stem from being connected to something higher. Unlike other stories of religious families forcing their kids to be a part of something they don’t necessarily feel connected to, my grandparents never forced their religion of being a Jehovah's Witness on me.
I grew up with structure, although I was the wildest of the wildest. For a long time, I forced a label onto myself as “the black sheep of the family.” That was by choice, not out of judgment being casted by them. Rebellion was my human nature and I love that about me. Conforming to the idea of what someone thinks I should be; society narratives; the typical masculine ideology; that has never resonated with me. I used to play with Barbie dolls as a kid, no one cared. Authenticity is what I live for; and for moments, not people.
My father was born in Baltimore, MD. An architect and mobile pharmaceuticalist. That’s a wild combo. And he wonders why I’m a creative maniac genius. But he was just having fun in his reality. Doing whatever he wanted by choice, risk-taking, rebellious, and not out of survival. He was well known in the city, but changed his point of view once his goal was met, and prioritised raising me; being with his family was most important.
It’s all divine how the universe works with me. I say this because I recall so distinctly when we were on the way home and we started to drive through some enchanting woods, the neighborhood was secluded. He said, “I wanna show you this house I designed.” It was a castle-themed home in Maryland. Most parents unconsciously do things that plant seeds in their children and that was the first memory I had of when I knew I wanted to live in a castle. That moment trickled into my adulthood because like I mentioned earlier, I am going to own a château in France. You see how the dots are intertwining?
My mother was born in Brooklyn, NY. A creative genius at heart. She gave birth to me at a very young age. Due to being a young mother, she had real responsibilities, although she had my father, her husband– they married young, she wasn’t one to rely on a man. “I can not be domesticated,” she said in the car one day. She dropped out of school and obtained her G.E.D., and now a successful business owner, self-taught.
This goes to show that a high school diploma, a college degree, a piece of paper, doesn’t make you greater than the next, or automatically make you smarter, or destined to be more accomplished and successful than your peers, who don’t have the same education as you, or your family, your economical background, your path.
I’ve only known her to work in the medical field up until middle school, credentialing doctors growing up. But while she was doing that, she had a plan to become an entrepreneur. My father became an engineer and moved us to Henry County, Georgia and that was the beginning of my mother’s entrepreneurial career. Self-taught, she learned how to make exotic dance wear. No YouTube, no formal school training, instinctive, innovation, drive, and discipline.
She would take me to JoAnn's Fabrics to source with her. I didn’t know what she was doing at first, by pulling the fabric to see if it had any stretch. This was her way of seeing if it would be comfortable for the dancers, and of good quality. I recall saying “Ma, get this one.” “That shit look cheap. I’m not buying that.” It was so ugly now that I think about it. I’m glad she taught me what style, taste, and aesthetic are.
After making exotic dance wear, she went off to open a shoe boutique in Catonsville, Maryland. This was her first storefront. We painted the walls pink, and she filled these huge vases with colorful candy. Installed the shelves herself, set her cash register up, and framed her business license on the wall. It was a beautiful moment. Not because she had a storefront, it’s because she had a vision. She began all of this from the dining room in our apartment. “You should send this to Lady Gaga. Lady Gaga would wear something like this.” Some heels had unicorn spikes, she glued pearls on heels, and believe it or not some of the heels had human hair on them, a ponytail. I’ve never seen heels like this before.
She is creative, business-minded, and pragmatic at its best. Beautiful internally, externally, can be full of dark energy for protection when needed, exudes charm and seduction, but her brain is her greatest asset. After that business venture, she founded her restaurant and funded my tuition to attend the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. Her mother — my grandmother, Deborah — contracted HIV years after giving birth to my mother. For those who may not know: HIV is the initial stage, and without proper treatment, it can develop into AIDS. As time proceeded, her condition worsened, and she eventually began battling AIDS. In a moment before ascending into another dimension, she prophesied that my mother would open a restaurant. And she did just that.
My mother was fired from a company for being ADD/ADHD, and she sued — and won. That unlocked the door. The divine arranged that for her. Let's normalize mental health. She taught me something important: "us being ADD/ADHD isn’t a disability. Look at it as a superpower; we can do many things at once and have energy. People wish they could purchase energy — we’re gifted. Nothing is wrong with you. Our brains are wired different. We’re superhuman.”
“Never have a plan B. Because you're telling yourself plan A isn't going to work.” I never had a plan B. It was always to be an entertainer and an entrepreneur. I’ve accomplished both throughout my 29 years of living.
All of my life experiences are embedded into this Maison. Beauty is eternal, beauty starts within. When you illuminate the inside, it casts a brighter light on the outside. External validation isn’t needed when you put the focal point inside yourself.
“White people will never accept you. White people have no culture, they stole everything from us" he said firmly.
I asked him “Why can’t I embrace all of what I am? Why is that offensive to you?” Needless to say– he never heard from me ever again after that FaceTime call.
My foundation is tied to my family, the Churchills — a connection born of purpose, values, divine intervention and spiritual legacy. I was raised by a line of women who made choices with the clarity of queens. My mother, like Cleopatra, chose a path that honored legacy over convention — and from that, I was established. I honor the sacrifice she made for my upbringing, now that I’m mature and understand. She played chess, not checkers. “I had to do what was best for your life. I gave you to a better family. The Churchills are your family!” I’m crying in this moment writing this because for so long I was hurt by this bold, powerful choice she made at a young age. She was barely an adult. I couldn’t wrap my head around the bigger picture she envisioned for me until I healed. And I also discovered my parents aren't superheroes. They're just like me. I used to cry myself to sleep listening to "Glitter in the Air" by P!nk.
My ancestors are West African, Welsh, British, Irish, and French. A rich blend. We didn’t internalize that negative, corrupted, mainstream, one sided historical narrative that’s been taught for centuries. No country is greater than the other in my eyes, no ethnicity is superior than another. My family never taught me otherwise. They aren’t blind to what’s occurred, they recognize it, but they lead with love and honor the divine’s overall plan. Hate is not something I was taught and I thank my family for that.
To me, my clan, my tribe, we all are vibrating in the spiritual realm, and when I want to open my eyes and unlock my mind, in this material realm they visit me. When I go to bed, I see them every night. They’re cool as fuck! And as the Sire Héir of the clan I bridge the gap between us all. And by that, I’m telling our story, our legacy, my heritage, my origins. Thanks to 23 and Me, and Ancestry for the interconnection.
Out of spiritual homework, I was curious to know: who are these people I’m repeatedly amongst in my dreams, and who visits me in this material world? Who are these people I keep having these unshared experiences with? In my dreams, we’re always together. They live in a historic château, and ironically that's always been a goal of mine to own one day in France. They have long curly hair, from melanated to lightened skin tones, to ghostly pale, almost albino. And are all vibing in their deeply rich purple gowns with long trains made of rich fabric, black sophisticated tailored suits, and full-length black leather trench coats with Renaissance-type collars.
One of my ancestors came to me in 2022 while I lived in Ridgewood, NY. I was in a deep depression and I remember drifting to sleep and the blanket got pulled off me. I’m in my room alone. I opened my eyes, I wasn’t afraid, I felt at peace and this love was being transferred into me. It’s something words can’t describe, the feeling. He was brown skinned, with long black curly hair, a full-length black leather trench coat/gothic attire, super long skinny fingers, it reminded me of E.T. and there were 2 others, a male and female, they didn’t say anything, but I felt the energy. She said without saying audibly, while having a lollipop in her mouth: “Call us if you need us. You don’t need to suffer in silence. We are here.” And I struggled getting the words out, but when I did: I said, “Spirit, help me.” I extended my hands out and he touched mine and closed our fists together. It was the most beautiful thing I felt in my life and from then on I went on a deep dive into seeking and I found the clarity I was hoping to find.
The representation of the family name is important to me. It’s sacred because they made a choice to embrace me. Their values and morality are rich and stem from being connected to something higher. Unlike other stories of religious families forcing their kids to be a part of something they don’t necessarily feel connected to, my grandparents never forced their religion of being a Jehovah's Witness on me.
I grew up with structure, although I was the wildest of the wildest. For a long time, I forced a label onto myself as “the black sheep of the family.” That was by choice, not out of judgment being casted by them. Rebellion was my human nature and I love that about me. Conforming to the idea of what someone thinks I should be; society narratives; the typical masculine ideology; that has never resonated with me. I used to play with Barbie dolls as a kid, no one cared. Authenticity is what I live for; and for moments, not people.
My father was born in Baltimore, MD. An architect and mobile pharmaceuticalist. That’s a wild combo. And he wonders why I’m a creative maniac genius. But he was just having fun in his reality. Doing whatever he wanted by choice, risk-taking, rebellious, and not out of survival. He was well known in the city, but changed his point of view once his goal was met, and prioritised raising me; being with his family was most important.
It’s all divine how the universe works with me. I say this because I recall so distinctly when we were on the way home and we started to drive through some enchanting woods, the neighborhood was secluded. He said, “I wanna show you this house I designed.” It was a castle-themed home in Maryland. Most parents unconsciously do things that plant seeds in their children and that was the first memory I had of when I knew I wanted to live in a castle. That moment trickled into my adulthood because like I mentioned earlier, I am going to own a château in France. You see how the dots are intertwining?
My mother was born in Brooklyn, NY. A creative genius at heart. She gave birth to me at a very young age. Due to being a young mother, she had real responsibilities, although she had my father, her husband– they married young, she wasn’t one to rely on a man. “I can not be domesticated,” she said in the car one day. She dropped out of school and obtained her G.E.D., and now a successful business owner, self-taught.
This goes to show that a high school diploma, a college degree, a piece of paper, doesn’t make you greater than the next, or automatically make you smarter, or destined to be more accomplished and successful than your peers, who don’t have the same education as you, or your family, your economical background, your path.
I’ve only known her to work in the medical field up until middle school, credentialing doctors growing up. But while she was doing that, she had a plan to become an entrepreneur. My father became an engineer and moved us to Henry County, Georgia and that was the beginning of my mother’s entrepreneurial career. Self-taught, she learned how to make exotic dance wear. No YouTube, no formal school training, instinctive, innovation, drive, and discipline.
She would take me to JoAnn's Fabrics to source with her. I didn’t know what she was doing at first, by pulling the fabric to see if it had any stretch. This was her way of seeing if it would be comfortable for the dancers, and of good quality. I recall saying “Ma, get this one.” “That shit look cheap. I’m not buying that.” It was so ugly now that I think about it. I’m glad she taught me what style, taste, and aesthetic are.
After making exotic dance wear, she went off to open a shoe boutique in Catonsville, Maryland. This was her first storefront. We painted the walls pink, and she filled these huge vases with colorful candy. Installed the shelves herself, set her cash register up, and framed her business license on the wall. It was a beautiful moment. Not because she had a storefront, it’s because she had a vision. She began all of this from the dining room in our apartment. “You should send this to Lady Gaga. Lady Gaga would wear something like this.” Some heels had unicorn spikes, she glued pearls on heels, and believe it or not some of the heels had human hair on them, a ponytail. I’ve never seen heels like this before.
She is creative, business-minded, and pragmatic at its best. Beautiful internally, externally, can be full of dark energy for protection when needed, exudes charm and seduction, but her brain is her greatest asset. After that business venture, she founded her restaurant and funded my tuition to attend the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. Her mother — my grandmother, Deborah — contracted HIV years after giving birth to my mother. For those who may not know: HIV is the initial stage, and without proper treatment, it can develop into AIDS. As time proceeded, her condition worsened, and she eventually began battling AIDS. In a moment before ascending into another dimension, she prophesied that my mother would open a restaurant. And she did just that.
My mother was fired from a company for being ADD/ADHD, and she sued — and won. That unlocked the door. The divine arranged that for her. Let's normalize mental health. She taught me something important: "us being ADD/ADHD isn’t a disability. Look at it as a superpower; we can do many things at once and have energy. People wish they could purchase energy — we’re gifted. Nothing is wrong with you. Our brains are wired different. We’re superhuman.”
“Never have a plan B. Because you're telling yourself plan A isn't going to work.” I never had a plan B. It was always to be an entertainer and an entrepreneur. I’ve accomplished both throughout my 29 years of living.
All of my life experiences are embedded into this Maison. Beauty is eternal, beauty starts within. When you illuminate the inside, it casts a brighter light on the outside. External validation isn’t needed when you put the focal point inside yourself.
Héir Sea Moss is to nourish your wellbeing. Cortney Héir Beauty is to enhance your eternal beauty. Talent de Héir is a full-service entertainment company uniquely curated to exclusively support underdeveloped talent—those who have never had representation, yet possess natural gifts, a strong work ethic, solid morals and values, and unwavering dedication, but simply need guidance and support to reach their potential.
Maison de Héir isn’t built on financial inheritance. Its value is rooted in morality, sacrifice, raw experience, divine intervention, ancestral guidance, strength, resilience — and above all, authenticity. This isn’t a typical luxury house. Maison de Héir exists to fulfill that deep desire; that craving you deserve to express from sunrise to sunset.
You are the luxury. You are the standard. This is the Art of Inner Luxury.
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Written by CORTNEY HÉIR
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