As the seasons change, we should all follow Mother Nature’s prompts. Blossom. Grow. Shine!
If every good hero has theme music, then I’ve earned Justice League creds. There is a song for any situation or circumstance. And I know lots of them, by heart.
It’s now been 5 years since my father made transition. I miss him terribly, but when his birthday rolls around, I am more buoyed by the remembrances of what I learned from him (and about him) while he was here.
We tend to toss around some terms very loosely, and the word “radical” has been coopted by mainstream culture to denigrate some of the best aspects of Black resistance. It’s time to snatch it back.
This week is my coming out, of sorts. Not sexually, but ethnically. I’m claiming an identity that I’ve only recently felt empowered to embrace. And it’s scary, but wonderful.
Blizzard survival tactics are clearly different for the family folks and those of us who are single and childless. But when it comes to more than a foot of snow, we’re all trying to get through the best way we know how.
The philosophy of #BlackGirlMagic is undeniable. And while there are plenty of examples of this in women and girls I pass on the streets daily, Erykah Badu is an embodiment of the beauty, grace and playfulness that Black Girl Magic is all about.
It can be extremely difficult to exist as a Black woman and navigate dialogues on matters concerning race and gender, especially when the two are entangled.