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...

Raising the Upcoming Generation Differently

Many Black Mothers can point out to the very last detail where we felt our parents went wrong in raising us. How we felt in moments of mental/ physical abuse, a lack of lessons in relationship issues, failed financial literacy teachings, poor role-models, secret discussions about mental health, tough love...