At this point, I’m not sure how I’d feel to actually see those coveted two vertical lines. Not sure I ever will.
I’ll be 40 this year. It feels metaphysical to type that, to accept the reality of that fact. In a million ways I still feel like a kid…
I grew up in a world where dogs were appreciated in theory but never allowed in the house. This comes standard for many black families in America, especially in the South. While my mother claimed to love dogs, I never actually saw her touch one. In fact, she banned them…
Hear me out. I realize hate is a strong word to use. Perhaps, it’s too strong a word. Let’s just say: I’m not a fan. I wouldn’t dare try to convince you to feel the way I do, but please… allow me to explain.
Before I get into my rather…
Not to brag, but my family is pretty awesome. My older cousin has a daughter that just turned 16. In her boundless wisdom, she asked a handful of women in the family to write a letter to her daughter outlining things we’d say to our 16-year-old selves. I was honored…
At 78 years old, my grandmother turned heads like Dorothy Dandridge. She walked six miles a day; every day and ate a healthy, low-fat diet. Her waistline rivaled that of a teenager and the whole world was her catwalk. She didn’t walk — she sashayed. She had the confidence of…
Sometimes I wonder what my co-workers see when they look at me. For a long time, I tried to look and act the part, to behave the way that may be expected of me. I relaxed my hair. I wore smooth, slick buns and blazers, and was a regular contributor…
