I’ve always been thin. Small breasts. Little waist. Booty that was slim to none. It’s only been in the last few years that I’ve started to fill out. Growing up a tall, skinny Black girl wasn’t great for my self-esteem at all. Middle school pretty much sucked. High school was a little bit better. By …
Parenting
I was 6 years old when the Philadelphia Police Department dropped a bomb on a house in a residential neighborhood in the city. The house was inhabited by members of the group MOVE, a Black liberation organization founded by John Africa. There had been a lot of conflict between MOVE, the community, and the police for a …
It seems so cliché to be anxious about Ayva starting kindergarten in a few weeks, but you know what? The anxiety and nervousness that I’m feeling about her starting grade school is real, and yeah, I’m freaking out a little bit. When Ayva started going to daycare at 3 months old, I was there with …
Last week was crazy. I spent most of my days with a knot in my stomach and my head throbbing with pain because of the stress of feeling like I needed to be two places at once. A huge conference for work that I was presenting at for the first time was happening 45 minutes …
Not long ago, after putting Ayva to bed, Terrence said to me, “You know what I love the most about Ayva? She can have a bad day, get in trouble and have to get a time out, but when she wakes up the next morning, it’s like it never happened.” It’s true. My Ayva is …