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
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
You know what was a global tragedy that people barely talked about? The kidnapping of the Chibok schoolgirls in Nigeria. How did we let hundreds of children be taken from school and held captive for years and doing nothing to return them to their families safe? How did many people in the world not even… Continue reading Bring back our girls
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
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.”
