“I have a confession,” my gal pal told me. My nerves weren’t ready for this. What was this gal about to admit to me? I held on to my invisible seat. “My kid doesn’t have any books that have Black characters in them.” Oh. I wasn’t going to judge her. I’m sure she’s not the only non-Black mama whose kid… Read More
(picture-less posts are the worst. Still waiting on an ideal picture to post with this one but wanted to get the post up ASAP.) Yesterday, hundreds and thousands of women marched. And in record numbers! Can I be honest? I’m still a bit unclear as to why they marched. -Was it in protest over the Trump inauguration? -Was it to… Read More
When I was growing up, Martin Luther King Jr Day was NOT a day off. My parents didn’t play that. Yes, school was out. That meant nothing. We went to parades and rallies. We went to events or programs at church. We volunteered. We watched special movies and shows that talked about MLK’s legacy and the importance of this day…. Read More
My Blackness is pretty obvious. It has been obvious for as long as I can remember. You can’t miss it. I have dark brown skin, y’all. My hair is thick and kinky. It’s nappy. I can’t remember when I first realized I was Black. Unlike many Black people in America, I didn’t have this groundbreaking moment when someone called me… Read More
I originally posted this for the Orlando Moms Blog but was told that this post was too political to share on their platform. I ended up leaving OMB as it appeared that other contributors were allowed to write about this. But when I did it, my post was a problem. It was intended for mothers (hence the use of the… Read More
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