The HBCU discussion has become a frequent component in many of my current conversations. This is partially in lieu of BET’s new series “The Quad” which issues multiple perspectives regarding the HBCU experience. My HBCU experience is scrutinized for one... Continue Reading →
"Not dead, not dead, but escaped; not bond, but free.”
While it has been over two decades since I learned to walk, the lessons of my mother continue to guide me as her hands once did. Her voice- whispers in my mind as I stroll through life and even as I articulate my ideas on this blog. Furthermore, I am forever indebted to my mother as my mom, but also as a remarkable woman.
Racism. This word, amongst others, is a word you are more than acquainted with as a black woman. However, to experience it firsthand, these politics of race become personal. When I consider the depth of this statement, my mind journeys... Continue Reading →
Growing up my parents never told me my hair was anything special, in fact I hated my hair. Four braids each as big as two corn dogs, were hardly the portrait of beauty in my six year old mind. However,... Continue Reading →