When an international magazine editor sits down on a chair called “the black woman chair,” for an editorial magazine… …heads are scratched. Pearls are actually clutched. Swear words are articulated. Anger is not just in the head or heart, it is felt in the body. From anger to sadness to despair. Then you remember this […]
What Are You Supposed To Tell Your Sons About the Black Woman Chair?
Oh, High School, Oh High School: An Ode to a “Sorry Ass Nigga.”
Do you ever go back in time ala journals? I have several which I have advised my husband to promptly take to the backyard and burn upon my death.
My passion for hope, for grace & being the best version of ourselves.
Today a friend recommended I buy a few books on marketing and P.R. for the sake of growing my blog. A few weeks ago, a friend recommended I attend the Blogher Network\’s 2010 Conference going on this weekend. The collision of those conversations with the conference I am actually attending this weekend -The Willowcreek Global Leadership […]
What good can come from Detroit?
You probably won’t have a hard time believing me when I say I often have to ask myself, “is this blog more appropriately expressed in my private journal or should I just click that “publish” button over on the right?” I guess this one fits into both because for some reason I’d really like to […]
My Problem with Barack Obama
I’m in the middle of Obama’s fascinating memoir, Dreams from my Father: A Story of Race & Inheritance. Of all the memoirs I’ve ever read, Obama’s by far is the most complex. Sometimes I find myself rereading a few sentences over & over again, thinking “what on earth did he just say?” Last year, Joe […]