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Well-Meaning White Folks

I love well-meaning white folks. Like the ones who tell me I’m articulate or who remind me quite often at how not racist they are. The ones who use that infamous quote from The Help. “You is kind. You is smart. And you is important.” I love a good story where black people’s main role… Continue reading Well-Meaning White Folks

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Coffee Will Make You Black and Womanish

I’ve written before about how growing up, I was not happy with being black. When I look back on how I thought of myself and the messages I internalized, I am sad and ashamed. Occasionally, I may revert to those awful thoughts, but it’s gotten a lot better. It’s funny (it’s actually not funny). As… Continue reading Coffee Will Make You Black and Womanish

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Make Your Relationships Count

My favorite black holiday movie is The Preacher’s Wife. I’m not sure why I enjoyed that movie so much growing up. Maybe because I wanted to have a Denzel Washington angel to become my new dad. Something about how he burned his mouth on that pizza in that one scene and washed it down with… Continue reading Make Your Relationships Count

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New Decade Intention: Expanding

Elaine Welteroth is a maven of wisdom I didn’t know I needed in my life. It’s funny how books come with a message you need at the exact right moment in your life. I’m definitely at a point that I needed to hear her words in More Than Enough: Claiming Who You Are (No Matter… Continue reading New Decade Intention: Expanding

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Normal Black Girls Rock Too

Representation matters so much. Seeing art, success, and passion come from other black women makes me feel like I can do and create anything. I don’t feel so inadequate and insignificant when I see those who come before me doing great things (but it’s also just as important to see people who look like me… Continue reading Normal Black Girls Rock Too

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“Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.”

Let me impress you with one of my high school summer reading list selections: The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison. This wasn’t actually required for me to read in high school. Who wants to read a book about the real suffering of a little black girl anyway? There aren’t any lessons to be learned and… Continue reading “Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.”