Once upon a time I felt fine! Well put-together and living the best version of me, I was pretty fantastic! I’d heard of mental health therapy, but that was for people with big problems. Granted, there were probably a couple tiny things I could improve here and there, but nothing…
A few months ago I suffered a cervical spine injury and had to undergo surgery to correct it. Scared out of my mind and absolutely terrified of being put to sleep and under a knife for the first time, I prepared my nerves to accept the fact that I needed…
Two years ago, I called my mom in a panic and asked if I could borrow a bit of basil. I was whipping up a quick dinner and in a mad dash through the grocery store, had forgotten to grab it. A while later she rang my doorbell and handed…
There will never be an easy way to introduce the painful aspects of Black history to a Black child in America. On a cold day in February, I headed to my four-year-old son’s preschool to pick him up. Unbeknownst to me, his life had changed that day. Usually, he would…
Previously published on Dear My People
Why? Well first, because there is so much strength, power and resilience wrapped into one word that has forever been used to describe all things bad. And second, because society pretty much hates the word. And I’m a rebel, so therefore, I’m lovin’ it.
Previously published on Dear My People
Black women everywhere felt it. Watching Serena Williams in the final moments of the 2018 US Open was heartbreaking and cringe-worthy. Not because we were watching a coveted win slip through her fingers. Not because she was so consumed with emotion that she destroyed…
Previously published on Sassy Plum
The year was ’88. I sat on that seat by the gas stove in my grandma’s kitchen so she could whip my kitchens. …
Originally published on Sassy Plum.
“Black fathers don’t pull their weight.”
This is the consensus, right? It’s interesting that we sit back and believe that garbage. It’s time to shatter, crush, and dismantle that lie. …
