Hair- A Brief Reflection

Hair – A Brief Reflection When I was in middle school, I decided I no longer wanted my mother to press my hair.  All of those memorable afternoons, with the windows open, the hot comb on the stovetop, and a sharp, sometimes stern reminder to “sit still, hold my ear,...

In Awe of our Black Moms

I remember waking up to the sound of a rooster every morning when my mom and I lived with my grandparents.  We would walk out of the room to greet them as they enjoyed their cups of coffee.  I didn’t understand what they were saying because their morning discussions were...

Coping Through Connection and Movement

The COVID-19 pandemic has many of us busier than ever, trying to navigate new and ever changing schedules.  Many of us are also out of routine, off schedule, and perhaps more inactive and isolated than before.  When you couple the COVID pandemic with the racism pandemic, during a critical election...

The Intersection of Money & Values

When I immigrated to America, I was 13 years old. I was quickly given "the talk" about becoming a self-empowered, self-sustained immigrant black woman. We're all given this "talk" to some degree as people of color at some point in our lives. I felt like I had to choose a...