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...

Getting back to African Spirituality

A long time ago spirituality was the way we handled all things; from our fears to our relationships. Our African ancestors used rituals and dance as a way to call upon spirits that had control over giving them much needed messages. Today, Europeans have painted a picture for us that...