Do You Love Who You’re Becoming?I ask myself. I imagine standing on stage, sharing the newest developments of my life, reflecting on the joys and lows of the past year. I remember myself at the beginning. Lost sight. Down on…
“Can a white girl wear that?” She asked me after complimenting the style of my Ankara head wrap. She was one of my favorite white girls. I just liked her. Something about her was annoyingly sweet, hilarious, and so lovable. I wanted…
For as long as I remember, I’ve had this obsession with being a good person. I don’t know where it started. I think back to when I was a child, five or six years old — for the most part,…
Ten years ago, the image of the young mom was that of the stay at home mom who caters solely to her household and children; or the mom who spent six weeks recovering from the war of childbirth before returning…