Finding a sense of self: 30 things I’d tell the girlhood me

Initially, turning 30 jarred me. As a kid, there were so many things I wanted to accomplish by this major milestone. So many things I wanted to see and do. It was nearly like a mythical world or another realm of life that I tangibly couldn't plan, but I just had so many expectations that … Continue reading Finding a sense of self: 30 things I’d tell the girlhood me

Collateral beauty: The realization of being a black woman

Even when I was a little, high-yellow 4-year-old running around with Shirley Temple curls in some random, hot pink tutu when I didn't even take ballet, I complained that there were not enough black people on TV. I've always been vocal and fought for what -- in my mind -- I thought was right. I … Continue reading Collateral beauty: The realization of being a black woman

Stop calling us crazy: Black women and mental health

I remember the first time I truly realized that something wasn't right. I always had some issues before of feeling alone and obsessing over the little things. Then, as I got older, I noticed that they weren't necessarily normal feelings, but also that not many people displayed "normal" behavior. The first time I asked my … Continue reading Stop calling us crazy: Black women and mental health

‘I’m a boss’: Why every black woman should speak Cardi B standards into existence

As I embark upon the final weeks of my 20s, I've decided to take a new philosophy into my 30s that will hopefully lead to a positive impact throughout the rest of my life. More importantly, I hope that this trend will help to inspire the upcoming new year for other black women who have … Continue reading ‘I’m a boss’: Why every black woman should speak Cardi B standards into existence

Yes, I’m a black woman, but stop asking if I cook

Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean that I'm supposed to adhere to your standards. Just because I'm a black woman doesn't mean that I'm supposed to adhere to your standards and make a swine-filled meal of pigs' feet and ham hocks like we're still on a southern plantation. (If you don't know what these … Continue reading Yes, I’m a black woman, but stop asking if I cook