As I sit here, having spent another Saturday wrestling with the knots, the tangles, and the tears, I feel compelled to write about the one thing that has been the bane of Black women’s existence since we were but a gleam in Baby Jesus’ eye: HAIR. Now, my white friends…
When she was just 32 years old, Zenay Arnold received some news that for the average person might have knocked them off balance – she had Lupus, the autoimmune disease that attacks the body’s healthy tissue. Instead of allowing the news to handicap her, she kept going. A successful paralegal…
While standing in aisle 7 of a local supermarket; reading the ingredients list on a pack of an overpriced all natural lemon bar, a small girl I would guess to be around the age of four, peered up at me with bright brown eyes and a ponytail that reached past her shoulders.…
Miko Branch, 47, still gets choked up whenever she talks about her sister, Titi. Who could blame her? Not only were they family, but also business partners who recognized a need in the African American community and launched out, on their own, to found Miss Jessie’s a multimillion dollar hair…
Recently, one of my besties, Reese, had a birthday. She and I met in college – back when we had boyfriends who were BFFs and wore Timberland boots year round – and have been tight ever since. And, 23 years later – 44 years into this thing called life, Reese…
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Let me just start by saying, I recognize that Instagram was not designed with my demographic in mind. After all, I came of age at a time when pictures were tangible objects and the only way to gather “likes” and “comments” on said images was to pull out a photo…
Many people (mostly women) do not believe the word ‘No’ is a complete sentence. We are groomed to please, not hurt others’ feelings, rock the boat or be our true selves. Nurturers by nature, right? This can mean committing to doing things we have absolutely no interest in, just to…
As a xennial, black woman, and writer, Terry McMillan occupies a special space in my heart. Growing up, her novels lined the coffee tables, bookshelves, and bathtub reading racks of every grown black woman I knew. As a kid of the 90’s, you couldn’t tell me nothing when, at 12-years-old,…
While eating lunch at a meeting with a smart group of savvy, philanthropic, woke women, I found myself pinching my side fat looking for problems that were not even there. One wonderful friend mentioned to me that she wasn’t eating bread. As I vehemently tore into my box lunch to eat…